Chopping garlic with Ken’s professional kitchen blade
Ken’s a farmer, moving into cheffery
I put the knife down for sudden mosquito combat
Clapping maddly
Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…
Too late - a tiny, rotten needling
An anonymous Wednesday, but in mathematical terms
A very special day
Where a cloud of quarks, or waves, or matter
Shuffles across a small, humid kitchen in greater Tokyo
In search of Tobasco sauce
Because it wants to
Wants?
Mushrooms sliced now, ready to fry
Pasta simmering
Time to eat
