Soup and Self
Nov 3 · 1 min read
I am filled with soup
warm and hearty
earned by cooking all day
ladling my way
to the perfect suspension
of broth to carrots, parsley aside
I hide it away inside my purse
where no one will find it
I think it’s safe
but then I look down to see
that what I thought was full
is no longer
it’s mostly gone,
cold and drained and I am disappointed
I surprise myself, as I had put my trust
in that purse, with my soup
but now that I know what could happen,
I could have…


