About the poem
People kept asking us for something spicy to go in there soup. So we brought Hot Sauce. People complained it was not hot enough. So Kip began making hot sauce in 2015. By 2017 it was a staple of our service. The people loved it. They understood it was made from scratch especially for them. They started calling our ministry the Hot sauce Man.
One freezing cold February night in 2017 a woman approached us during a service. She said, “these guys have been arguing all day about what kind of soup you were going to bring. It made me so frustrated I was tired of hearing it! So I did what my therapist told me to do to calm myself… I wrote a poem. It’s about you. It’s called the Hot Sauce Man.”
We had never seen this woman before and we never saw her again. She is known to us only as the unknown homeless poet.