Kitchen Things

We eat

What we

Sear and nuke,

Slice the veggies

With Dexter’s foray

Of cutlery,

Eat across the way

Beneath the overhead

Dome of illumination,

It’s plenty well and good,

Since we do it all

Ourselves.


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