Diane Wakoski

Love to My Electric Handmixer

with apologies to Andre Breton

My electric handmixer of 87 bloodstone finches,
My electric handmixer of a house on fire,
My electric handmixer of sunflower petals,
My electric handmixer of clenched teeth,
My electric handmixer of gold in the sea water,
My electric handmixer of carboned tunnels,
My electric handmixer of frequent metallic rain,
My electric handmixer of sugar beet oceans,
My electric handmixer of lemon ears,
I am happier with you than
lifting leather cushions and finding spongy gold.
I am happier with you than
electing a cowboy to office.
I am happier with you than
the United States Navy.
O, electric handmixer, I would put your
names on the wings of gypsy moths,
for love.

— Diane Wakoski