One Afternoon You Fixed Me

One afternoon you fixed me
lunch in your tiny apartment
cream of mushroom soup
from a can
and English muffins

As you set our bowls
on a blanket
on the floor because you didn’t
own a table

you put on
a bad British accent and said
We’re having crumpets

It was raining but there was
an abundance of light
coming somehow from a source
outside we couldn’t see
From here that light feels like
what music sounds like
just before the record skips