From the collection published in 2017, Refuge.
Makes My Day
The Hubbard squash
baking in a fast oven so hot
I open the door to check
my glasses steaming over
Happens every time
but every time I am surprised
and half of these every times
I knock my knuckles on the red-hot rack
and curse. A blister always forms
immediately.
The Hubbard squash
lying in a baked-dry patterned pool
of burnt-sugar juices
as I suck my burned fingers
and hunt for a potholder.
1/19/17
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
It’s funny how we do those things every time.
I have a burn on my wrist right this minute. Sigh…
😦
This poem speaks truth. Surprise at steamed up glasses and burns to the wrist or knuckles are a regular occurrence for me.
As I said to Merril, I have a burn on my right wrist right now. As soon as one gets well I do it again. Will I ever learn? No.