Friday, September 8, 2017

a can of beans

I have this one can of
baked
beans in my cupboard
that I've had since the early
eighties.
i'm not sure why I haven't
opened it
and ate what's inside
after all these years.
sometimes I take it out
and look at the faded
label. it's unreadable.
I see the word soy, and fructose.
salt and something
that looks like
potassium chloride.
I don't even like beans
from a can,
boston baked or otherwise.
but there it is.
this brown labeled can
on the shelf
behind other cans,
boxes of rice
and bottles of barbeque
sauce. i'll never in a million
years eat it,
i'll never throw it
away.
some friendships are unbreakable.

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