You’re like an acrobatics teacher,
teaching bread how to flip.
Waffles, too.
Launching in the air,
like a rocket ship.

You’re always having a
summer day.
Even in winter,
70 degrees
71 degrees
72 degrees
you could have 200 degrees.
You just go up
and up
and up.

But sometimes, you’re jealous of the stove,
when it’s being used.
Maybe the kettle, too.
You feel all alone.

But when it’s your turn,
you shine.