high school more like sigh school
which is messier my life or my hair
did you hear about the italian chef who died?
he pasta way
he just ran out of thyme
here today, gone tomato
his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it
we never sausage a tragedy coming
ashes to ashes, crust to crust
there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world
Manhattan at 6 a.m.
You can almost smell the puppy breath.