Head Like Soup
Ellen Kempner
My head like a pot of thick soup
Stirred and tasted
I live to fill you up
And I burn unwatched
Holding your body like a paperweight
Heavy glass resting in my hand
Changing something in me
And I am trusting
Invite me to your home and
Greet me kindly
My shoes off at your door
I roam your halls
Holding my body like a dinner plate
Warmly balancing in your palm
Feeding something in you
And you are trusting
I live to fill you up and I burn unwatched
I live to fill you up and I burn unwatched
Holding your body like a tiny clock
Ticking brass resting in my palm
Keeping me in time and I am trusting
