Frying pan

Butter oil butter oil.

I used to cook in butter

Now I fry everything

In oil, olive or canola.

*

The pan pops & smokes

When I forget to add enough.

The oil pops onto my greasy

Stovetop, then it smokes.

*

Fan hood, low or high, the

Butter butter -- no, I grab

The almost empty bottle

And pour pour oil oil

*

Even though my food,

Cous cous and potatoes,

are already slightly burnt.

This poem is a part of my lunch poem series. During the month of December 2021, I will be reading poems by Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems and writing some of my own. If you like this, check out my profile for more! And watch me read a poem by Frank: