My Sick

It looks like a giant ceramic pot of Manhattan

clam chowder just stirred by an award-winning

chef who needs to make it in large batches.

From out of the kitchen of the stomach comes

giant dollops of the most heartwarming welcome

your mother might ladle up for you upon your

coming home from college during winter break.  

Oh, how amazing it is to watch it splash down

from a place you’ll never actually get to see. Over

and over, it pushes up your throat, which is dark

and full of pipes, each one bursting one after

another, until there’s no pressure left and you can

just be yourself.