Soup and Sandwich

Empty red dining room-

voices coming in from the kitchen,

as I sit and enjoy my soup and sandwich.

The soup is nice and wet,

settling on my voracious taste buds lightly.

The sandwich has dry bread of the Dave’s Killer variety,

French’s yellow mustard forms a ring around my lips-

Ubiety.

 

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