Grey glinting all around you, like the inside
of a gun barrel illumined, how many steps
will you pace in this greasy kitchen’s stacked
circumference? How many tasks to pass the fullness
of a day? In the hewing of tomatoes into flat wet wheels,
in portioning hamburg like frankenstein fingerprinting
brains, you become lost. You fissure into many selves,
disintegrate into movement. How many dishes washed
until you figure the world like a Rubik’s Cube?
Each night, after work, you find some new surprise