Chicken Soup For The Soul

Vitality

is a cup of chicken noodle soup

fresh from the stove.

The warmth

seeps into your frozen toes.

Happiness stems from your stomach.

On cold winter days

when the snow piles heavy

we spark with excitement

from the thought of soup.

Heavy limbs

so lethargic from the taste

stomach full to bursting

perhaps your organs

are made of soup as well.

Maybe if I cut you open

I’ll find noodles clinging

to your aorta

bits of chicken

floating in your bloodstream.

The steam rises

to your nose

the broth watering

your pleasure-glazed eyes.

I’m waxing poetic about soup.

Don’t get me started

on Alphaghetti.