housewife (’50s dress, dollar-store pearls, & oxford pumps)

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The milkman’s wares were spoiled this morning

but I didn’t say anything because what can he do?

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I try not to shoot the messenger,

but my whole life is messengers, it seems –

the sticky webs of secretaries I’m put through just to reach Richard;

the doctor who phoned to say my father was dead.

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Each of us only a medium,

a cog oiling itself against umpteen brothers.

With that slant, life seems less disappointing.

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The girls who sassed me in high school are only pockets of meanness,

channels for some mighty practical joke.

The man at the bank who pats my behind

is mere victim to the lusty ego men can’t help.

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The whore splayed out on Robert’s desk

when he thought I was at home with the linens

is only a puppet, a pornographic mannequin,

and the blankness on Robert’s face

just an emissary of an indifferent God.

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Author: skye

I aspire to be a bright-eyed girl in a big city, even though I wear glasses and live in what amounts to a hole in the ground.

2 thoughts on “housewife (’50s dress, dollar-store pearls, & oxford pumps)”

  1. Your poetry is always SO fascinating. I love that you’re sharing more of your story/poem writing here! It’s so good. And also, those shoes! (I nearly typed “thoes shose” because… I have no brain, apparently.) The detailing on them is gorgeous!

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