Errands
By Tatiana Pahlen

At the oven I am calm
burning steaks for dinner
with my lips remaining mum,
standing straight and leaner.
You're working on your abs —
I am stuck with errands,
that precisely what you did
The first year I met you:
Washed my dishes,
vacuumed, cleaned,
rinsed and starched my laundry,
made my coffee
walked my dog,
rubbed my foot
and stirred me.
Now I cook
and scrub the floors
staring at the closed doors.
Nothing thrilling;
Home alone . . .

February 15, 2005

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