Desperate Housewife
Dressed in an old tee and sweatpants
hair unkempt in a careless ponytail
changes nothing but multiple hats
honestly, too many for a day.
Cook, cleaner, driver, gardener, and teacher
switches avatars in the blink of an eye
nurse, physician and also cheerleader
all tedious jobs without a pay
Fiercely ambitious she was once
supporting the kids and her man now
accused of being a parasitic dunce
by pointy fingers who know not her skin
Smelling all over of onions and Windex
as she finally creeps into bed
desperate she is-but not for sex
just a loving hug,a lingering caress.
Desperately wants her man to hear her heart knock
to not dismiss it as the ticking of kitchen clock.
Written on 06/08/2016
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