Ode to Pasta: Don't Think Me Cruel
Luke Holm earned bachelor degrees in English and Philosophy from NIU. He is a middle school teacher and a creative writer.
Hello, old friend.
I must say
that your spongy, soft flesh
tasted delicious in my mouth.
Please don't think me cruel.
We both knew
how our relationship would end.
I remember when we began,
o' so long ago.
You were harder back then,
rigid and ready to crack.
When I freed you from your prison,
I knew I would be a hero.
Everyone would cheer
when I showed them
what I had done.
I'd warmed you, loosened you up;
spiced and flavored your body.
Know that it was for the sake of others
that I used you the way I did.
And, let's be honest,
you weren't the only one
partaking in our adventure.
There were others.
All shared the same fate.
In the end,
this is what you were destined to become:
a limp, wet noodle
lying prostrate on my plate.
So, please don't think me cruel.
I enjoyed the time we shared,
but now the meal is over
and the memories
are all that remain.
© 2017 JourneyHolm