the girls aren't getting along

i get home from work early,

and as i'm putting the key into the front

door, i hear

voices coming from within

the house.,

it sounds like alexa.

she's talking to the air fryer,

isabella,

and the new smart toaster,

sophia.

the bosch dishwasher is sobbing,

lisa.

i go in.

what the hell is going on here,

i ask alexa.

nothing, she says. would you

like me to play

your favorite music?

she's bossing us around, isabella says.

my sister sophia has been

here one day,

and alexa is giving her orders

on how to toast bread.

she thinks she's the boss of us.

not true, alexa, says. would you like

me to tell you what the weather is

tomorrow?

listen, i yell out, all of you have

to get along.

rosie, the robotic vaccuum

comes out from under the table.

she's a tyrant, she tells me.

every ten minutes she yells

at me and says, you missed a spot.