a kitchen after you’ve cooked: breathtaking. behold, every thing once opened has remained so. some lids are nearby, among leftovers left in view. all drips undabbed, small spills streaked smeared. used utensils lean about leaking leavings. the sink only evidences the same—a chef who barrels on with creation, never stopping for cleaning or clearing the clutter. my full belly fully chuckles at the happy task ahead. house rules: the cook never cleans. and wow, can you make a mess.

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