Soup Poem by Jeffrey Regullano

One night we made love
It was cold and dull
I slept it off
I felt her leave my blanket arms
And she glided over humid floor
She has been like this for
One, two, three months now

The morning she serves soup
My silver spoon was blur as a fog
My stomach needled me
For seconds till some time

One night we made love
It was cold and dull
I slept it off
I felt her leave my blanket arms
And she glided over humid floor
She has been like this for
Four, five, six months now

The morning was the coldest
I woke up in seem like a dream
A fellow, tall and thin
I do not know him but
He knows my name, he grins

What bewilders me was what he said,
It was these lines,
Congratulations you’re dead.