soup

I eat my soup,

and only eat my soup

mindful that—

With my teeth

I chew.

With my throat

I swallow.

With my belly

I digest.

With my mind

I taste.

With my body

I savor.

—the rest can wait.

we shot to kill

It sucks

it’s burnt

it’s hard to swallow.

I chew the fat

then choke down

bile.

For now

mouthfuls

of blood and oil.

As I spit flesh

it stinks

of sorrow.

A few more bites

just choke

and swallow.

For what it’s worth

we shot to kill

and did.

The reason our parents told us not to worry about the mail.

So

here’s the thing.

You’ve got two options.

Either succumb to the pressure

or roll with the punches.

Take note, being an adult

means a diet of eating shit,

and just when you’re ahead,

another bill arrives,

a parking ticket

a meter reading

a doctor visit that’s killing you.

Just spare us

the headache

and chew

with your

mouth closed.

Because we all have our own plate to eat.

No one is asking for seconds.