I’m a bucket-traveler,
a bread-on-bread mate,
like a hobo
with breath-crushing-gypsy-gas,
a yeasty timberland (just look around),
a flinty nugget and hardworking-slouch,
a knitted skeleton,
a cord-clotting emergency.
Later I’ll be blood fodder for bugs and webs.
O, the places I have traveled!
And God wrote on the bread wrapper:
“Tell me your story.”
And thus, always an obedient root,
I have.
Suzanne O’Connell’s recently published work can be found in Brushfire, Delmarva Review, El Portal, Flights, Midwest Quarterly, The Opiate, Pine Hills Review, Tulsa Review, Visitant Lit, Wrath-Bearing Tree, and others. Her two poetry collections, A Prayer For Torn Stockings and What Luck, were published by Garden Oak Press.