Colander

I need you as I always have

In the steam and heat of the evening boil

You are my favorite, even though there are others

Cheap plastic pink

Fancy expanding gray

….but Stainless steel with the handles that get too hot

You are mine.

How many times have I burned myself because I got too close

You tried to warn me, tried to flush the heat out of your holes

But I poured too fast

Gave you too much at once

And you splashed me

And I cursed you, cursed the pasta, cursed the heat

And then nursed the burn

I didn’t mean it and I want you back

But you have taken up residence in the upper cabinet

Its lonely there and quiet

Maybe you like it better - you can think and rest

But I cant

But I am too short

I cannot reach for you old friend.

I resort to plastic.