Saturday, July 27, 2013
At Last, A Realistic Love Poem
Tell me how wonderful I am.
/Come on, tell me.
/I know you can’t see the dishes that aren’t dirty,
/but nevertheless I did them,
/and I want to be praised for it – now.
/Today I performed the least of my duties,
/and it was such an unfamiliar experience
/that it almost killed me.
/So I think the least I deserve
/is to be worshipped.
/Tell me I am a goddess with sweet breath,
/beautiful, smart and
/selfless.
/Come on now,
/don’t distract me with your demands,
/just tell me
/how wonderful I am.
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