From my kitchen, where I wait for my chili to heat up,
I see
Bananas.
It’s bananas that I can’t buy enough bananas.
I see
Mail, that somehow piles up.
And speaking of piling up
Why are there always dishes in the sink, even when I get them all done before bed every night?
From my kitchen, where I wait for my chili to heat up,
I hear
Drip-Drip
…pause…
drip-drip
…pause…
…pause…
Drip!
It’s also bananas that my kitchen sink is suddenly dripping –
I just had the plumber here to replace my hot water tank! He was nice, but I don’t wanna invite him over again.
From my kitchen, where I wait for my chili to heat up,
I see
My couch
The corner of my couch, to be exact
Where I will soon sit
With my bowl of homemade vegan chili from my mom —
And my kindle
Because nobody is home
And it’s bananas that my cough won’t go away
Ao that is what I plan to do with the rest of this
Wild and precious
Night
That,
and some tea.
On a Thought 
I also think it’s bananas that there is somehow always dishes to be done 😭
I really enjoyed your poem! I loved the shift from seeing bananas to using the phrase “it’s bananas”, and the repetition of that through the rest of the poem. I like the description of the sound of the dripping, and the refrain of “From my kitchen, where I wait for my chili to heat up” I also love the line in the end–“this is what I plan to do with the rest of this/wild and precious/night”. I hope you feel better soon!