The Girl Who Wanted Soup

She rose at 3:15 from her plastic chair,
the wooden desk carved with curses.
Her bones began to sing.
She ran home to unwed shoes,
lost socks, and blue shadows,
chores to complete until dark,
criticism swallowed like bites of tough meat.

She focused on the bright stars,
the winter air, crisp as a white shirt,
and soup.

The Goddess of Soup watched over her.
As she sat at the table,
the bowl of soup made steam,
washed her, warmed her insides.
She felt shiny, like licked by a pup.
Most nights, she dreamed of golden broth,
slivers of carrot and celery,
and noodles, so many noodles,
wrapped around her spoon.
In the morning, she was nourished
as she boarded the yellow bus.

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Suzanne O’Connell’s recently published work can be found in North American Review, Poet Lore, Paterson Literary Review, The Summerset Review, Good Works Review and Pudding Magazine. O’Connell was awarded second place in the Poetry Super Highway poetry contest, 2019. She was nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. She received Honorable Mention in the Steve Kowit Poetry Prize, 2019. Her two poetry collections, A Prayer for Torn Stockings and What Luck, were published by Garden Oak Press.