Lorraine's Poems

He
dips his fork
into steaming fettuccine
and lifts.
Steaming strands slip back
into the bowl.
Sauce splashes
on the white tablecloth.
He,
dips his fork
into steaming fettuccine
and lifts.
He lowers his head
and slurps those slippery strands
into his mouth.
No splashes
on the tablecloth.
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