The kitchen
is filled with smoke.
Sister is
cooking again.
Bless her.
She can’t
cook bacon without filling the kitchen with a medium-thick haze.
Is your heat
too high?
No, I turned
it down to medium-low!
When she was
ten or eleven
She told us
she wanted to be a chef.
That plan
has changed in the past five years.
Probably because
we told her it was
Her turn to
cook dinner
More often
than it actually was.
For practice,
we told her.
She changed
dreams pretty fast.
I suppose
that’s to be expected for a ten year old.
Besides, she
can’t be a chef if she can’t cook bacon.
Bless her.
So I crack
open the kitchen window.
It’s chilly
this mid-April morning
But cold
toes are better than burnt bacon fumes.
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