Spaghetti

It was the equivalent of me
walking into your office
tossing plates of spaghetti
all around the room
And there isn't any time
to clean it up --
I don't have the right broom
And you have to start
your next long meeting
But do you understand
it's like not being able
to throw up the worms
that I've had to digest
thinking, pretending
it was just moving pasta
in a gangrene stomach
below a forgotten heart
that's continuously bleeding?