she leans
over and tells me, whispering
in my ear.
today is a good day for soup,
don't you think?
it's so wet and cold out.
i try to ignore her,
half in half out of
a dream
about pastrami.
don't you think we should
make soup today?
she says,
shaking my shoulder.
sure, i tell her.
let's make some soup.
okay. she says.
chicken noodle, lentil,
tomato soup?
you pick, i tell her. maybe
a pastrami sandwich
on the side, too?
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