A love letter to tortellini

Macaroni, ugh.

Bland and bowed noodle

deceiving nations

with its hollow hole,

lacks exquisite cheese. 

Wretched, pathetic. 

The poor man’s pasta. 



Tortellini, oh!

Pockets of fresh ricotta. 

Basil parmesan!

Tomato gouda!

Scrumptious! Illustrious!

Bequeathed by gods.



A tragedy my

traitorous stomach

cannot ruminate

this enchanting food. 

Haunted by this one

existential flaw. 

Bloat, thief of my joy.


By: Lindsay Jankowski

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