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It always seemed obscene to me,
the idea of using macaroni to construct things.

There was something so unwholesome about it,
the transition of food to building materials.

A perversion of normality,
like building a house out of glazed shellacked Thanksgiving turkeys.

Shiny, tasty shells surrounding me in the dark,
draped with strings of popcorn dripping butter.

Dining, brick and mortar fill my glitter bedazzled paper plate,
cement sealing my throat like the macaroni's gluey sauce.




Many thanks to demeter for hir guidance and help.

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