grandpa rarely cooked for my brother and i
though i remember the many times grandma
said grandpa was a better cook than her
grandma only never cooks unless
a different obligation restricts her from cooking
at least once grandpa cooked in her stead
he cooked elbow pasta
with salt and butter with some parmesan cheese
it was good and maybe even better
since he let us have a little more butter
but what i saw happen to him before
he boiled the water
i never saw happen when grandma cooked
he pulled down a box of the elbow pasta
from the cabinet and found tiny worms
crawling in the edges of the box
and cooked only half the pound