when eating alone

when the oven
catches fire, you
don't panic.
you throw a glass
of water
onto the burning
bird and shut
the door.
when the gravy
runs over the top
of the pot
and the room fills
with the smoke of
burned onions
and sauce,
you nod, and pour
another glass
of red wine.
the biscuit tops,
all black,
no problem.
no one shakes their
head, or
rolls their eyes,
it's so less
stressful when
eating alone.