i think i might be a forbidden soup

There is a personality inventory
that I made up and got stuck to 
like chewing gum on a Converse sole.
It has no scientific backing or literature review,
but it’s hanging in there. 
Let me present: soup, cocktail, smoothie,
with the additional… broth.  

Max said he was a puddle, 
and a puddle is essentially forbidden soup. 
I think Max might be bang on, 
a spoon facing the tap fully flowing.

I am also a puddle, slightly rough
around the edges, appearing in consistent places come rainfall, 
sometimes sustaining life, sometimes just being
a pain in the arse to passersby
in non-water-resistant footwear.

I think I like being a puddle. 
I want to continue to be malleable, 
to leak through cracks in the road up ahead.
Please don’t steep me or make me fun
at parties, let me be warm but sometimes staining.
Let me be soup-like, a reminder that there is always
the chance for a ripple
even when the tide reaches fifteen inches wide.