[y66]

Puttanesca

by Michael Heffernan

Before I gave up wondering why everything
was a lot of nothing worth losing or getting back,
I took out a jar of olives, a bottle of capers,
a container of leftover tomato sauce with onions,
put a generous portion of each in olive oil
just hot enough but not too hot,
along with some minced garlic and a whole can of anchovies,
until the mixture smelled like a streetwalker's sweat,
then emptied it onto a half pound of penne, beautifully al dente,
under a heap of grated pecorino romano
in a wide bowl sprinkled with fresh chopped parsley.
If you had been there, I would have given you half,
and asked you whether its heavenly bitterness
made you remember anything you had once loved.

from The Night Breeze Off the Ocean © Eastern Washington University Press, 2005. Reprinted with permission at http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/

[kenberg]

I'll be damned, I actually like that. I have a long history of completely missing the point of poetic imagery.

[y66]

Yeah, it's funny how many people just don't dig poetry, man.

[jjbrr]

especially food porn poetry.

[PassedOut]

y66, on Mar 10 2010, 01:41 PM, said:

Yeah, it's funny how many people just don't dig poetry, man.

Always click your poetry links, and always glad I did. Thanks.