Noodles
Posted by JennoftheSword on June 10, 2006 at 03:22:29:
I look for
spaghetti noodles -
as thick as a penis,
as tight as contractions,
as enormous as God.
I forget I don't
have any in the house.
I have to settle like
pretend I have to with every breath.
But I've always had
whatever I could grab -
I try not to notice.
Mostaccioli is what's in the pot.
Metallic flakes jump with
noodles in the water,
but I'll end up eating them.
Breath, blink, devour, pretend.
Every bite is spaghetti;
like assassin vines
slowly entangling my throat
from the inside.