Have the Soup

a true poem story

Photo of Dad’s hands. Artwork by the author, Annie Wood

i don’t want the soup
i want the memory of having had the soup
so here i am

Dad has a century of spoons behind him
he noveled the plays to write the world
and he still ended up here
we don’t have many delis left
the soup is clam chowder with no clams\they must’ve escaped the fat
dodged the potatoes/evaded the cream
good for them
our…