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Alphabet Soup

August 30, 2014
By amandakh SILVER, Lehighton, Pennsylvania
amandakh SILVER, Lehighton, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” Jack Kerouac

Red, tomato drool,

Dribbles down your chin,

Into the bowl beneath.

Your mouth, just a ladle,

For words unarranged.

Use your hands,

Spell what you mean!

Silverware clanking as I,

Slam my fists onto the table.

I want to pry my fingers,

Into your swollen cheeks,

To unclench your jaw- to spill all within.

You glare from under defiant, darkened brows,

While your soup turns cold and settles,

I stir ceaselessly for you- day in, day out-

Nights of bread crumbs and noodles,

Beneath a single yellow light-

The sink clangs

As I put away your spoons-

Ringing-- “I’m far too sick

Of alphabet soup.”

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