tomato and basil soup
passing tate, going into
somewhere where my hunger’s meant to
be sedated, but there’s no chinian,
so i have a soup in the meantime.
four twenty five, empty seats.
rebecca mgr still makes my heart beat.
i ponder on whether she’s working today.
i have to move on, i cannot stay.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.