36,500 Words.

It's America's dream of itself:
all the far-flung ingredients in the world,
coming together in harmony,
flavors rubbing against other flavors,
resulting in the best god damn broth in history.

It's also like jazz, creation and improvisation;
it's also like math, every recipe a proof to be tested;
it's like crying, slowly, into the pot;
it's like slow dancing in junior high;
it's like the first time you realized you could see infinity;
it's like everything you ever dreamed about.

Or maybe it's just soup.
Maybe there's one perfect thing and it is allowed to simply be itself for once.