the olive oil
bubbles
the onions grow
translucent
the garlic
dissolves
the sofrito
suffused in
liquid amber
tomatoes
both chopped
and pasted
salt to cut
the acidity
pepper to
awaken
the tongue
water bubbles
salty as the
mediterranean
the noodles
dance spasmodically
a slightly
uncooked core
to finish
in the collandee
freshly grated
parmesan drifting
a couple leaves
of basil
a simple feast
calls to my
grumbling
empty guts
as i stare up
at the ceiling
unable to move
preparing a feast
for two
my love