To Be Like Elvis Spaghetti


Is to smell of The Parkview, to reek like the inside of a can of Chef-Boyardee Beefaroni emptied yesterday, to gather like the crust near the spout on the top of that plastic ketchup container, and to slime like like a noodle gone rogue six cycles in a dishwasher.

That’s it. That is how I feel.

1 comment:

bethany toews said...

would you feel more like a fresh daisy or a warm butter roll if I told you I am trying to figure out a way to make a memphis trip this summer?