Monday, 9 September 2019

Chopping Garlic

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

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