Spaghettification

		Black	holes
		Are like pots
		Of boiling
			water
		You don’t know
		When you’re 
		in	them
		But either way
		You’re
			spaghetti

This is the black hole
I think
And the pot

I’m spaghettifying,
aren’t I?
I couldn’t tell
until you pointed it out

Isn’t that just 
the thing with black holes?
You don’t know 
When you’re in them
But everyone else 
Can tell?

To you I must 
Look like spaghetti
elongating
e-statue-ating 
Until al dente

There’s no more time 
where I’m going

	I’ve found the black hole
		and 
	spaghettified 
		into it

Spaghetti
Forever, probably
But I couldn’t tell
Until you pointed it out

	I’m going to be eaten 
	by an Italian man
	with rosy cheeks 
	and a chef hat
	He got his picture taken
	for the side of a pasta sauce bottle
 	He’s going to take a piece of spahghetti 
	out of his pot 
	to check if it’s al dente

	It will be

	It is

	I am

	He’s going to eat me
	Please help
		I thought 
		I was going
		into a black hole
			to just
			like 
		hang 	out 
		for 	eternity

		But it 
		teleported me
		into a 	pot 
		of 	boiling
			water

	If you’re reading this
	please go find the Italian man 
	with rosy cheeks 
	and stop him from 
	checking on the pasta 

	I’m in the pot
	Please help me
	I’m 
	not joking

		Oh god
		It’s coming
		He’s going to eat me

		My parting wish
		As I curl up
		Watch his mouth close
		Break into pieces
		And get digested:

		I 	hope 
		they	sell 
		a lot	of 
		pasta	sauce.