Remembrance Of Things Pasta

Originally posted on Brian Bilston's Poetry Laboetry:
She blew her fusilli, my pretty penne, when she found me watching daytime tagliatelle. Je ne spaghetti rien, I responded in song, but she did not linguini for long, just walked out without further retort: a hard lesson to be tortellini, orzo I thought. And so here…

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