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She is spoken for
yet completely silent
hidden by the largest shadow
or hiding in the back of her car
She is passionate for her one and only
yet snuffed out easily into a wisp of gray smoke
smelling burnt and used up
thickly covered by wildflower perfume
The days of playing with children are gone
and heaven forbid they return her lonely phone calls
Mopping the floor has never had luster
even after the tile shines
She knows the joys of being a wife and mother
yet completely silent
hidden by the largest shadow
or hiding in the back of her car
She is passionate for her one and only
yet snuffed out easily into a wisp of gray smoke
smelling burnt and used up
thickly covered by wildflower perfume
The days of playing with children are gone
and heaven forbid they return her lonely phone calls
Mopping the floor has never had luster
even after the tile shines
She knows the joys of being a wife and mother
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Literature
Procremation
so he said let's make a baby
she said let's just make
love
and he said
What's the difference?
She said
A snakeskin
or a little pink pill
And he said
Isn't it about time... she said
You're never old enough
to die
She said Make life-- make
death
and he said
What's the difference?
I like my life she said
he said that won't last
she said I feel
no need...
he said
Well, maybe I do
She said Sow your seeds somewhere else then
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the officious uterus
"get intimate with my uterus," she says
and i'm slowly backing away towards the door,
"because it's really about You and Us;
it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it."
i can't believe she's actually saying this,
summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit,
trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising.
she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it,
enclosed a hand-written card in the package -
"My heart pines for you,
&
Literature
Out of Control
It's 6:46 and thirty-one seconds when the doorbell rings. My mom runs to answer it.
"Hi, Michelle!" I hear my mom call. It's my sister. She left her college friends to have dinner with us tonight.
I have four minutes before I can go out and greet her. I can only walk through doors when the number of minutes is divisible by five. 6:46 and fifty-nine seconds. Not happening.
It's the killer of what could be an okay life. I'm late for class all the time when I'm at school. A teacher will let me out at 1:50 exactly. I walk through the hallways in a straight line, starting with my right foot, ending with my left. I reach the door,
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I actually have yet to meet a bored housewife, let alone a retired, bored housewife. I don't know where this comes from.
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this may be personal preference, but I would love to see some punctuation in this. I think that it would help this flow better, and give you nice pauses and such, to aid reading. for example in the first line of the second stanza, a comma would let the reader just rest on that last word "only" before continuing on. Punctuation aids enjambement I guess.
"Mopping the floor has never had luster
even after the tile shines" - concept-wise I dig these lines. But they're strangely worded.
and that last line seems entirely incongruous. In a not-so-good way because in essence, the whole poem communicates a sense of melancholy, and while it is interesting to have a complete turn around at the end of a piece, in this case it didn't work because, to me, it seem entirely out of the blue. Unrelated even.
however i did enjoy your manner of description in this, you communicated a strong sense of character and mood throughout this. it just seems cut short or something.
"Mopping the floor has never had luster
even after the tile shines" - concept-wise I dig these lines. But they're strangely worded.
and that last line seems entirely incongruous. In a not-so-good way because in essence, the whole poem communicates a sense of melancholy, and while it is interesting to have a complete turn around at the end of a piece, in this case it didn't work because, to me, it seem entirely out of the blue. Unrelated even.
however i did enjoy your manner of description in this, you communicated a strong sense of character and mood throughout this. it just seems cut short or something.