true care by Sarah Goldstein

by Sarah Goldstein

I feel like shit, I said, lifting my hands from my face, and you paused mid-stride

I’ll make you noodles, you said, and I closed my eyes, hearing the fridge squeak open

handing me the bowl, you said, sorry, it’s mediocre at best and I said, what

no, thank you thank you for giving me this, without hesitation none for you, not even one drop of broth

I owe you one, I said, feeling the steam in my eyes, the warmth on my tongue

and as you washed the pot, I heard the rush of the faucet mixed with your laugh

no you don’t, you said, and you reached out to take the bowl from me

art | Davis Kurepa-Peers