solitude
... quiet
black peppercorn
on a ribbon
of tagliatelle
I, on my path
sinuous striding
impelled by you
impaled by you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I put this poem on PoetrySoup, here's a comment 'A temptress eating pasta - how aspirational! I'm not sure if impaled involves a fork... I liked the wordplay here'