Mama told me it’s important to cast a spell
around nightfall on the first day
of the New Year.

Some years I forget & maybe those
weren’t some of my best,
but as the onions caramelize in
the bottom of my oldest pot,
I whisper some of the other secrets
Mama told me about new years
into the soup, & stir.

Simmering inside with the carrots &
the kale, I’ve measured out just enough
of our old magic to cure anything
that’ll come our way, be it fever
or foe. Night falls as I lower the heat,
& I leave the pot to itself
for a while.

I’ve measured out just enough
of our old magic to cure anything
that’ll come our way, be it fever
or foe.

I call her while I wipe down the counter,
& ask her what’s on her stove
1700 miles away. She tells me
this year, he caught a nice fish for them,
& that she was stuffing it with lemons,
garlic, & a little strength for them
to face another South Dakota winter.

She tells me my soup sounds hearty
before I even ask what she thinks,
& that the flu will be going around soon.
She tells me this year is blowing in
from a different mountain than last,
& she’s not afraid.

We hang up so I can get down the bowls, & try to picture a fish
in my oven, but can’t. I know she’d tell me that that’s okay. She never over salts
her first stew of the year, & one day
I won’t either. This year, though, I hope
that it means we’ll have all that we need,
even when we don’t.


Bee Walsh // 26 // Queer Babe // She on her best days, They on all the others //  Bronx-native living in Washington, D.C // Advocates for ALL GRRLS // Internet Coquette & OG Poetry Editor at The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society // East Coast Booking for Speak Like a Girl // 95% iced espresso, 4% dry shampoo, 1% lighter fluid // @beewalsh // beewalsh.com

Vagabond City Literary Journal

Founded in 2013, we are a literary journal dedicated to publishing outsider literature. We publish art, poetry, and creative nonfiction from marginalized creators.

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