I was…
having an enjoyable evening.
Exploring my new neighborhood,
dining at a new place,
enjoying the food, the drink.

I stopped into a japanese book store:
interesting nick knacks,
a nice pen,
an intriguing book.

I stepped into the japanese market:
looked at the deli items,
the varieties of fish cake,
the baking ware.

Nice baking ware, I thought.
I thought.
Shit!

I left water boiling on my stove.
Did I turn it off?
No, I’m sure I didn’t.

A pot I’m loathe to boil water in.
A nice one. But the only one I brought.
A nice non-stick coating
that stinks when it’s cooked. On high.

It was otherwise a sturdy pot,
so just sat there absorbing
and radiating heat
for the time I was gone.

Now I have the windows open
and a fresh cross breeze.
Cool early evening air.

I’ll have to go back and see
the rest of the supermarket.
I’m in the market for a new pot.