She’s in the kitchen
cleaning, prepping
sweetness; wishes
to nurture childlike
longings – sugar laden
gifts, honeyed chops
hooks her men with
culinary preciseness
as legend prescribes
wants a strong, reliable
type to stir her ovaries
keep her dishing up love
disapproval, like raw egg
drips off her china plates
shame of misadventures
she cannot scrub away
only serves tea now,
the smell of liquor –
mingled with cigarette
and lecherous calloused
hands turns her stomach
avoids the coffee maker
in the same way, despises
the way the bitter brew
makes her head spin –
wits need to be in order
has settled now as hostess
caters to near strangers
whose attention, riveted
by television screens, are
lulled by the rhythmic
sounds of her sanitizing
while eggs cook on stove,
dreams of romance shelved.
(Image: bunnysvintagevictory.blogspot.com)
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