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Poet as Housewife
Always a broom leaned against a wall,
meals never on time, if they come at all.
Days without dates through which she moves
empty and stubborn, slightly confused.
Ironing hung dejectedly over a chair,
gestures that come from who-knows-where.
Old letters unanswered, piled together,
papers and pills stuffed deep in a drawer.
Thankful to be part of your heart’s great whole
yet devoted to the limits of her own small skull.
O orderly biped, take heed,
leave her alone—let her read.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2009).
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SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets, Social Commentaries, Gender & Sexuality, Activities, Indoor Activities
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