just a petty kind of sad

a bowl of mushy dumplings
frozen peas and sugary
canned corn
in a thin chicken stock.

swirling, swirling, swirling
with a metal spoon
a whirlpool of
the few petty things left
in the pantry
broken asunder.

i’ve left it to cool for too long–
this bowl achingly humble
sighing steam–

and i don’t feel like
eating anymore.

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