I’ve overcooked lunch
The pasta is whispering to me that it’s done, but I don’t hear. I know the pasta whispers when it’s done, I really do. But I’m not paying it any mind, the sound isn’t wiggling the cilia in my ears. Or maybe it is, and I just don’t know. Do you think the cilia are like scaled-down spaghetti, themselves, standing on end like garden eels in aquarium sand?
Claire Niederberger is a Chicago-based writer, painter, and programmer. She has a BFA from the Rhode Island School of Design, and her pasta is mostly acceptable.