The Joy of Cooking

Meat burns dark in dirty grease in my kitchen, 

A work station of sorts, the countertop is sizzled, 

Is privy and close to those sounds of bubbling oil, 

Of meat meeting the moisture. Privy to the feeling, 

Of being soaked by that dirty slime, warm and comfortable. 

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