by Jeph Johnson
Spaghetti strands
swirl and burrow
getaway paths
through spicy sauce
While Spode Italian
china greets
the curling carbohydrates
as they cross
A spinning fork,
splashing maroon,
stabs its way
into the sausage
Trapping the noodles
in between
and almost
taking them hostage
A sad accordion
accompanies
these lovers'
heartfelt story
While Dino's
wine-drenched
lips wheeze
another "That's Amoré"