Oodles of noodles. Squiggles of noodles and who knows where they'll go, what to do with them? I wish I knew what was what. A bowlful of squiggly noodles I don't know how to eat - squirmy, wormy. What's next? What's down below, in the bowl?And so I was able to both finish my "practice writing" and talk myself out of worry at the same time. Slurp.
Long slithery noodles buried in spaghetti sauce and at this present moment I can't see the end of a single strand.
Well, sometimes it's best if you let go of the noodle. Lick the sauce from your face, laugh a little, look around and realize you are okay.
There are dark saucy shadows under the loops and knots. And I am all right this here spaghetti minute. "Now hold on, one red spaghetti minute!" All is well.
Write about spaghetti. Toss in fresh emotion.