I do not know the saint assigned to appliances, and that’s no matter,
Because I want to speak directly
Washer,
I thank you
Thank you for holding their onesies and now their ripped jeans and soccer shorts
Thank you for taking in blood, shit, urine, vomit, mold, mildew, sweat and other substances of life,
All with zero protest
Thank you for your extra service during the time of lice
Thank you for working today, for working now as I write
Bless you bless you bless you, I need you
May this prayer strengthen all your pieces
Oh dishwasher, I hear you draining now to rinse
You are my favorite
I take that back
It’s too hard to pick a favorite
But I touch you more than I touch my husband
I meet with you every morning and every night and sometimes at lunch, when I feel carefree
Thank you for these many years, these many meals
You are so hardworking and I bless you now
Keep working
May all of you keep working
Finally, coffee maker
It's true, your job seems small in the grand scheme of things
But without you, none of this is possible
Most mornings, I wake only for you
Then you help me remember all the other things I had wanted to wake for
Bless bless bless your dark heart
May it drip for eternity
I love these machines of ours
And should some dire future unfold,
Should they sit forever idle,
I pledge to pray for them still,
And I’ll make a few garlands of whatever is popping up and drape those garlands over and all around
They’ve earned final rest
But now, now while you still have power,
Parts, I beg you to hold