We make separate dinners
side by side
on the same stove every night
Carefully navigating through
our pots and pans
It’s amazing how flawlessly
our utensils never come in each other’s way
I can smell the aroma of your dish
You can hear the sizzle of mine
We use the same ingredients from different packets
The pile of dishes is always bigger than it should be
it’s funny they get washed together, though
At least at the end of the day there is a clean kitchen
Who knew?
We could co-exist like that