Spaghetti

by Merdy   Oct 19, 2016


Spaghetti
DERRICK MERDY·MONDAY, MARCH 14, 2016
You made me spaghetti, it didn't taste anything like my mothers... You see the recipes were quite different... You felt embarrassed after I told you that, and what I said next was only meant to comfort you, but in a strange way it seemed as if I wrote a foreshadowing moment in a screen play.
I told you " if you want to make spaghetti like my mother you have to love a few times, cast out your child to the wild, and be reborn."
As I'm writing this in my notes I'm mingled at the idea of what your spaghetti taste like now?

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