potato

alena chen

As the workers go home

and the lights go off

I can’t help but wonder

why we weren’t bought today.

Am I not enough to bring home?

To have a place at the table?

Because on the farm,

we dreamt about it every night.

We would one day be apart of someone’s spread.

Maybe roasted or mashed we

would grace a table.

I’ve always wanted to be apart of soup.

Spud said I was crazy.

Who dreams of being soup?

But I do.

I could give everyone a little soup belly

then we’d take a nap together;

the closest thing to cuddling I could have.

But here I am,

sitting in a bag, wondering why I wasn’t enough

Do I have too many spots?

Was I not the right size for their recipe?

And tomorrow I will do it again

and hold onto the hope that I will be

in a soup.

Because all I want is to cuddle

and that’s the closest I will get.

Alena Chen is a junior at UAlbany studying English and Economics. She usually writes poetry in her spare time but this is the first time she has been published. She hopes to continue her studies of English literature in graduate school. Her favorite authors include F. Scott Fitzgerald, Pablo Neruda, and Jane Austen