When I cook pasta
I always seem to throw the box away
Before I start cooking.
So I’m standing with a pot of boiling water, milk, and butter
But absolutely no instructions.
To stand in such a metaphorical lava pit,
that makes me long for better metaphors as
lava is too often used to describe red-hot situations.
Then maybe I can metaphorizize pasta as a nuclear bomb
needing to be disarmed in some B action movie
that I began watching on Hulu the other day but never finished.
So, here I face nuclear pasta,
possibly the most volatile of all pastas.
Just like in life, however,
I must do my best, pour in the ingredients, hoping for something edible,