sausage (vegan) white bean soup
there are two tupperware’s full of soup in our fridge.
they’re over a month old;
i just couldn’t bring myself to throw them out.
she made them at six in the morning
before driving an hour to see me
and she used plant-based meat
because she knows my roommates and i
don’t really eat meat anymore
and then she bought me groceries
and we walked together to the chinese place down the street
and she bought lunch for the house
and then she drove an hour back home.
the soup was really good, too. i’m
i didn’t finish it.
i want to be mad at you
for almost everything,
but then you make me soup
and i wonder if you
really are trying to change.
you make me soup
and i just miss you
so damn bad.
That last stanza hits so hard, especially the last line. Great story and great poem!
I appreciate a soup poem!
The ingredients of your relationships came forth here, and yes, the language and story form more poignancy at the end, those last two stanzas.
So much in a bowl of soup! I love it as a metaphor for the different sides of love.
love how you use the soup to talk about the relationship