italiano

she told me over
wine, in a restaurant
about to close,
while discussing
pasta and sauces,
that meatballs bored
her. i laughed and
said what. pfffft.
meatballs. she said,
throwing her hair
back and taking
the last sip of
wine. as i do
with my men, i'd like
a more complicated
meal, thank you.
and at that point i
knew i was in trouble.