on an odd midweek holiday
when both could have slept in
she awoke with a start
to the sounds of pots and pans
banging
liberal - in the sense of magnitude
swearing
and water
running
she found him in the kitchen
cleaning oatmeal
from the crevices of
their twenty year old range
flustered
oatmeal rice
any kind of grain
potatoes pasta
all turn out the same
on high 'til they bubble
cover turn it low
then there comes the trouble
soon they overflow
silly turn it lower
he lost his steam
and pouted
she took him gently by the arm
headed back upstairs
and proved his point
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