Soup by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1] He sent me a song at noon. Not at two in the morning. Noon. I was eating lunch. [Verse 2] The song had fire in it. And sirens. And lungs. I read the words three times. [Verse 3] I do not know anyone who talks like that. Maybe he does. I don't. [Verse 4] I put my phone down. The soup was getting cold. It was potato. With leek. [Verse 5] I thought about answering. Not to the song. To the person. [Verse 6] Then I ate my soup. It was good soup. The spoon was warm. [Verse 7] I will text him later. Not about the fire. About the weather. It is cold here. [Outro] That is enough. Okay.