My favorite kind of pasta is radiatore.
I eat it in pesto fresh from the pot
and pretend that I'm eating radiators.
It's like when somebody tells you that
the world is on their shoulders
or that their heart belongs to you,
because unless you're some kind of heart realtor,
a titan, or a giant, these situations are impossible--
it just humors us to pretend for a while.
Friday, February 6, 2009
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