Alphabet Soup

Eating Alphabet Soup with a straw

So you can play Scrabble with the

Leftovers

“Don’t defeat my baby, don’t delete her still.”

Is music to your ears…

Nightmares are less frequent

Promises that I will wake up

Drink some water

And fall back asleep

The medication makes my mouth arid

Spitting out consonants and vowels

And shaping them into poems

Choking on the nouns and verbs

That populate my speech patterns

Laughing to oneself and thinking

“Maybe I don’t have an accent.”

Raising one’s glass to wish

Good health to those whom you cherish

Breaking down into tears

But you’re in the shower

So it all blends in

Trying to remove

The dirt underneath

Your fingernails that you have anxiously chewed

Dancing to a song that has been over

For five minutes

But the chorus remains

In your mind

Choosing not to look up

The lyrics on your vinyl album

Holding, breathing, remaining pure

To the one young woman whose heart

You protect

Remembering the words

Of your late grandfather who

Told you not to wonder too much

Or you’ll get lost

All of my dreams end up with me

Doing some project and looking down

Just to find my exposed Body

Rearranging the pasta In my bowl

To spell out some SAT word

That I have only used twice in conversation

Laughing at my Grammar, Spelling, and my love of the Oxford Comma

Capitalizing words that don’t need Capitalization

Because Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman

Did it first

Do we have anymore Alphabet Soup?