Emails catch me off guard when I’m being a human.
I think about microwaves
wishing they could take a coat of plastic
casing off in the summer, kettles screaming
that their insides are boiling. We’ve all done jobs
we hate. Do alarm clocks want to wake us up?
Our television winks when we turn it off
and sighs when we turn it on. I feel
my joints in the middle of the night
dreaming of being made out of the metal
used for the wings of airplanes.

© Carl Burkitt 2022