burnt toast

I burn the toast,

but no one is here to yell
at me.

so I scold myself.
what are you doing, I say
out loud.

are you a child? haven't
you ever used a toaster
before.

for God's sake.
put the slices of bread
in the slots,

set the knob to the desired
darkness
and push down.

I can't believe you sometimes.
it's just toast

and you can't even do that,
can you.

answer me. whew. I don't
know why I put up with you.

don't even try to apologize.
i'm going out
for a while.

and tonight you're sleeping
on the couch.

toast is not that hard.
I slam the door
as I pretend to leave.