i no longer
call my friends
i mean
who has time
in between the to-dos
and the should-dos
and everything extra
that feels so necessary

if my day drains me
that's no excuse;
there's dinner to cook
and floors to clean
for i am
a devoted domestic

i make the bed
and as i fold the sheets
i find that i
resent my role entirely

but my poor baby
had such a hard day
(who cares what's happened to me)
i just want to be
the stability plank
i just want to be
what saves him

so i'll resign myself to chores
and staying out of his way
with a smile, of course
for i am
a devoted domestic

the day wraps up, night falls
and i expect
to climb in bed and feel
appreciated
wanted
desired
to feel the soft press of his lips
on my every inch

but instead he announces that he's
going out and he'll
be sure to wake me and let me know
that he's home
(whenever that may be)

so alone in the house
i eat myself sick
then scream at the mirror
because how can i be the perfect companion
if my waistline doesn't stay small?

09/17/2008

Posted on 09/17/2008
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