Garbage bins clatter
Squeaking brakes
Exhaust pipes exuding
Fridges hum
Sweat beads on my forehead.

I can feel the back of my thigh
catching stickily on the maple barstool
One side, shorts hiked up

On the absurdly large stove,
a relatively small pot simmers violently
Cooking for days
Can’t disguise
that I’m only cooking for one.