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.