scene five from a marriage: a broken spring equals a broken toaster but not just any toaster my bake-everything toaster my savior to a shitty oven my air fryer my baker of brownies and pies my upper-class kitchen in my middle-class house
i asked if he *thought* it could be opened up and fixed and before i’d moved the laundry from the washer to the dryer, he had the drill out.
you’ll never find this i want to tell the world my daughters my soul at age nineteen when he walked so uncertainly into Pete’s Kitchen
but i did. i found the man who’d drill a toaster on a hellish Thursday a Thursday dripping with tears and self-doubt