it was the winter of sex and tomato soup:
the only two things a good body needs
to remember how to wake up each day.
the soup was watery and hot, burned
the tongue to rawness, softness
in preparation for its other pastime.
there were fewer men than months,
but not by a lot. tomatoes are a spring fruit.
eat one from a neighbors garden,
sprinkle with salt. throw away the uneaten
cans of soup. vow to never go back.