peanut soup

you regret
the peanut soup,
so filling.
light brown and savory,
you dip in to
capture a thick
dollop
that is hot
on the spoon.
down it goes, the clink
of metal and porcelain
telling you sadly
you are at the end.
it's unpolite to lick
so you don't,
you set aside the cup,
making room
for the fried chicken
and potatoes as
a strong waitress
arrives,
you loosen your belt,
exhale,
go at it again.