Kitchen

Rackety kitchen, drawers slamming

Pot being pulled out. Hob clicking

Then sound of flame, igniting

Chef's phone, phone speakers

Playing something middle eastern

High frequency vibration of strings

weaves itself around spaghetti strands

Now, something folky fills the air

"Whereupon I rested from

your God awful lawlessness"

Lawlessness bubbles along

In small pockets of liquefying tomatoes

Fridge door opens and JayZ beats flood in

Icicle sparkles, frost, touched by high-hats

Sub kick tickles the bass

marinating in lemon juice

In the heart of the room

The oven pre-heats

soft echos of spotify playlist

swimming slowly through rising heat

Kitchen door swings open

And chuffed chef bares evening dishes

Their effect only slightly diminished

By the Detroit techno accompaniment

Spiraling out through kitchen doors

Playfully interrupting refined conversations