A TBIN POETRY PROMPT

I Can’t Stop Using My Noodle

Pasta, Anyone?

My body is a plate of spaghetti and meatballs — its belly a circular mass of fat and grizzle, occupying space in a stature that could be called anything but stringy.

Further to the meat of the matter, I am as plump as the tomato that’s adding flavour to an otherwise bland exterior unkempt during COVID.

My low-calorie diet becomes the chocolate cake I long for. Both welcomed for their promise to satisfy my body's cravings, one for health, the other for gratification. I am left wanting.

And in the sweet and sour of it all, I find peace and serenity, knowing I am but a crumb of the carbs standing in my way.

Let the weight loss come as it may. My dinner plate is empty.

This poem was inspired by Lucy Dan’s poetry prompt, “Use a metaphor to describe your current situation. Bonus points if you use a food or drink as the basis for your metaphor, because y’all know how much I love food-themed poems!”

Just a little food for thought: my apologies for choosing one of the first pictures of a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. As I scrolled through the different pages, my mouth was watering and begging for food. Being on a restricted diet has been difficult.

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