Deep belly laughter could be heard from the living room
as Sam and I realized
there was one noodle left to be shared.
He rescued it from roaring waters,
I plucked meat from a carcass,
and we shared a chewy bite full of life.
I wiped my grease glistened hands,
and collected empty bowls of responses
in the silent dialogue
between me and everyone.
“The perfect amount of noodles,” I thought
as I pulled the last disc of my labor.