Soup

Soup
didn’t stop my eyes from watering
nor did it prevent my nose from running
but I made it anyway.
I ate it anyway.

Soup
didn’t stop the heat from coming on
the fevered dreams of day from playing on
but I saw them anyway.
I ate it anyway.

Soup
so thick my throat was coated in it
cheese and broccoli, I can’t taste it
but I swallowed it anyway.
I ate it anyway.