surprised me.
i'd never had cold soup
that was meant to be cold.
i'd had plenty
of cold meals growing up.
two slices
of bread with something
found in the fridge
between them.
a swipe of peanut
butter perhaps. cold
chicken
still on the bone,
but cold soup? in the dead
of winter.
what will they think of next
i thought.
saying nothing and feeling
bad for her, not yet
mastering the art
of soup.
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