can of beans

a can of beans
sits in your cupboard.
everyday it stares
you down when
you reach for a pack
of sweet and low
or a jar of peanut
butter. sometimes
you turn the can,
or slide it behind
a box of uncle ben's
rice. you get tired
of looking at that
can. year after year.
you try not to think
too much about it,
or think that it's
a metaphor
for marriage.