BPA

by teomir · 09/03/2026
Published 09/03/2026 11:50

The spaghetti is cold in the ceramic bowl,

I’m trying to keep the leftovers whole.

But the lid has warped from the heating cycle,

a jagged curve that’s anything but vital.


The rim has gone cloudy, a stressed-out white,

I’m pushing down hard with all of my might.

It won't click shut, it won't stay tight,

nothing in this kitchen is fitting right.

#broken objects #domestic life #frustration #kitchen #mundane routine

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