The poem came after a phone call to my ex, we were separated at the time,
his comment gave me insight to how a wife shows up for him, it was
cathartic.
“Fishing? Aren’t you fishing?”
No, the kitchen was a mess
I took the day off, actually
My cleaning skills a test.
The laundry, it was mounting
No shorts or socks I had
The towels were close to mildew
Was out, and needed bad.
Blaze had chewed his squirrel up
There was stuffing everywhere
Dog hair on the couch
The vacuum lacked a prayer.
The toilet needed brushing
The tub, it had a ring
The bed had ripened plenty
Windows, anything by clean
Basically, a Bitches day
With tits upon my back. . .
He told me what I meant to him
With a single little crack!
11/11/07