Two days after it was on the mat

Two days after, it was on the mat,

still warm enough to fog the lid.

I don't know how she knew, or that

she knew at all. She somehow did.

No note. Chicken broth and rice,

the kind of soup that doesn't ask.

I ate it cold. I ate it twice.

I still have the container. The task

of throwing it away is small.

I've done nothing. The ring it pressed

into the mat. The hallway wall.

I don't know what to do with the rest.