Ramen Noodles by Meg Pokrass

Tonight, the bowl of ramen you served me felt like part of some greater plot. What’s in this stuff, I asked. You were always busy cooking up more ramen noodles, stirring in spice mix, making sure I knew that this was an accomplishment. I have no idea,you said. You used to be academic about ingredients and would stare at the small print and analyse whatever we consumed for its cancerous potential.

I stood at the window gazing out at the houses of other couples, wondering if they too were eating ramen noodles every night. I stared at our messy front garden, crocus shoots poking up out of the soft ground like soft knives. There was a weird leaf from the Maple tree kept blowing around, blowing right near the window as if spying on our soup rituals. I’m tired of noodles, I said, mangling what was left in my bowl. The broth looked like a pond filled with curly twigs and I imagined a toad hopping out and pulling me in, a toad who would love me like a weather pattern.

Meg Pokrass is the author of six flash fiction collections, an award-winning collection of prose poetry, two novellas-in-flash and a forthcoming collection of microfiction, Spinning to Mars recipient of the Blue Light Book Award in 2020. Her work has appeared in Electric Literature, Washington Square Review, Wigleaf, Waxwing and McSweeney’s. She is the Series Founder and Co-Editor of Best Microfiction

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