Alphabet Soup

By Brooke MacDonald

I Threw Up My Alphabet Soup

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I knew it was coming.

As soon as I swallowed that spoonful of vowels,

The consonants that had already begun to digest

Had their connecting pieces.

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I tried to keep it down.

It seemed as though my efforts were futile as

That only seemed to make them come up with more force.

A literal display of word vomit.

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They were actual sentences at this point.

I had eaten more soup than I thought

And it’s coming out so fast now

That the letter noodles are making it hard to breathe.

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There sat my word vomit—

I’m going to call it word vomit—

In front of my feet

For everyone to see.

How embarrassing!

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Unfortunately I don’t believe there to be any punctuation in alphabet soup

Or else the contents of the puddle—

Word vomit—

Would have probably made more sense.

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I tried to clean it up.

It didn’t matter, though.

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It’s not like that could take it back,

Prevent me from eating that soup in the first place.