A cold draft whisks through the open window

Pungent odours waft through the kitchen

I don’t mention the after smell

Like a party gone sour

That seeps into jackets and sweaters

I don’t mention the after dishes

When bowls and pans teeter in the sink

I don’t mind,

It’s your house too

But do you really need to make your Thai-style

Stew with pineapples

At 10 pm?