Requiem for a Cuisinart

Requiem for a Cuisinart

Vacuuming up fruit fly

Squadrons over the no-fly zone

(What would Carter-era Malathion

Copters do in this case?)

Lamenting the electrical

Wiring in the kitchen.

Son’s got a fever,

Says he wants fresh-squeezed.

Lee Morgan on the turntable

Playing “Sweet Honey Bee.”

I casually pull out the Cuisinart and

Press the big black lever

(Love that design).

Spindle won’t spin, and

Juicer won’t juice.

I test the outlet to ensure there’s

Juice to the plug, but

Short of hand-squeezing these

Gorgeous nectar-globes,

There ain’t no juice coming out

Of this Cuisinart today,

Or tomorrow.

A 26-year old appliance destined for the dustbin.