Pasta of all shapes and sizes, ten boxes for ten dollars.
Pasta for nights when you don’t feel like going out.
Pasta for nights when the checkbook balance is low.
Pasta with a jarred tomato basil sauce sprinkled with parmesan cheese.
Pasta served to rolled eyes and a heavy sigh.
Pasta growing colder, voices growing louder.
Pasta thrown against the wall, the dish shatters on the floor below.
Pasta stuck to a wall with Jackson Pollock sauce splatters.
Pasta slowly drops to the floor, decorating porcelain shards.