Poems – Page 2 – Andreas Blaustein

Making pasta

I haven’t made pasta for a while
I only had the dried ones to eat
I had no energy or will
To make that pasta dough by hand
Today I’m making pasta again
A sign that I’m back on track

During the night is when the nothingness comes
There’s nobody there to be with me except the TV light
Sometimes video games, sometimes a movie or a show
Whatever it is, imitation of life
Not life itself
A TV won’t talk to you, a TV won’t touch you
A TV don’t need you
It will continue playing commercials if you die in front of it
But I need its light
So I can pretend I’m not alone