Misunderstanding Your New Oven

The button, you swear,
does not work. Tongues
of heat lick your face
as you demonstrate
this infinite oven, mother
of fear and power
you've found yourself
living with. You begin
to bake and never stop,
imagine intricate plans
for ridding yourself
of this curse. You buy
so much yeast, praying
that sacrament of bread
would satisfy the endless
burning. You receive
a video from the former
steward of the oven
demonstrating the ease
of their tenure: press bake,
press start. Press cancel.
You squint at the recording
as you watch the oven
turn off. You don't
understand. You don't
understand.

Thanks for reading! This year I'm writing poems about moving into my first house and dealing with a lot of drama and evolution in this and other parts of my life. We'll see where it goes.