She had a bad night
A one day bug that challenges
Stomach and intestines
At the same time.
Yet she relates her sudden
Illness to a stress of her mind
Torn by discussions about
Survival in a stark materialized
World we live in.
I fetch her minestrone and
Two cans of pepsi-cola
From a nearby pizzeria
But she claims the sauce
Of the minestrone too be
Too intense.
While I fetch my own groceries
At a nearby shopping centre
I order for her a new soup:
If you could do it much milder
With a choice of veggies
She always prefers.
Sure. Elena says.
On my way back I fetch the
Soup and walk the few
Hundred metres home.
By the time I open the
Main entrance door
I notice her sound asleep.
Sweet dreams.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.