Pasta Poem

My girlfriend

Is assembling

And preparing

Pasta and

Sauce for our evening

I made the sauce

From fresh flat kale

Spring onions and

Hungarian peppers

Fresh ground beef and

Canned diced tomatoes

Some tomato paste

A Vidalia onion

And a whole head

Of garlic.

Now she makes

Pasta while the

Sauce finishes in

The oven.

I’m writing a poem

So I don’t

Eat my arm off

While I wait

I can’t wait

To see her

Give me a plate

It makes me

Kinda wet when she

Genders our roles

And genders our sex


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