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Canned Soup

Maybe, we should put more things in cans. We’d all feel better then. Food doesn’t appear for us on a steaming plate. It piles up in our pantries. When I get home, Cans get stacked, neatly. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll make that tomato soup. The can will dance until the top twists open on the edge of the counter. Laughing, dancing. I could be happy if I wanted. Maybe I’ll make the canned pasta instead.

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