Dinner

Mixed marinara and alfredo sauce together for my spinach tortellini. Sauce became a nauseating pink color. Threw all of it away. I'm never telling my boyfriend.

IV

You are in love. Rented out till fall.
You are in love. Poetic fires ignite you.
Your friends laugh; they won’t talk to you at all.
Then one night, the goddess deigns to write to you!

That night…you go back to the café, to the noisy atmosphere;
You sit and order beer, or lemonade…
Nobody’s serious when they’re seventeen,
And there are linden trees on the promenade.

_{- from "Romance" by Arthur Rimbaud}