#gorry
I don't like noodles,
like, trust me, I really don't.
I'd rather have a meal of fried rat skin
with a bowl of crocodile eyes to lick,
finished with a bouncy jelly of congealed goat's blood —
this is how much I don't like noodles.
But she says I like it,
this woman,
her skin like the inside of a well-baked cake,
"You look like someone who eats a lot of noodles."
I look at her,
her eyebrows like a silky bush.
I can hear it —
shifting in the wind above the islands her eyes are.
I look at her lips, and my stomach grumbles.
I want it...
I want it — the way a lost child wants the call of his mother.
and the dimples that God has given her,
i am fighting,
squeezing my buttocks together, so I don't say those words.
So right now I'm at home
licking my plate.
I cooked it with bell peppers,
too many onion rings
diced scent leaves,
and a teaspoon of oil.
I think I like noodles now.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC