Fuselli

My life has been a simmering fuselli

A double helix hurtling in and out

A swirling, a stirring motion

It began as one thing

Ended up another

Now, safely slathered in sauce

All of its crevices filled

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Day 1 prompt via NaPoWriMo.net:

I’d like to challenge you to write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances.