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!
This is a terrific poem! I love the shift from “from my chair” to “from my kitchen,” because, really, with so many things going on all the time, it might be very hard to actually sit down in a chair to write! (Personally, I am writing right now perched on the edge of my bed with two cats snuggled up against me. Your repetition of “bananas” and your first line really ties everything together beautifully. I hope you got some great reading time in while the house was empty, and that your cough finally goes away!