2 small food poems

Spaghetti Bolognese

lost in thought
winding spaghetti around my fork

it falls off
you across the table
bathing in your wine

I begin again
winding

unwinding

 

Cappuccino

I can’t sleep
every thing he said

swirls around
in a foamy mess
like clouds

looks like rain

 

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