Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

My Turn To Man the Lazy Boy

I think it is your turn to do the dishes, he says.
I do not more or react.
He has momentarily lost his mind
Not remembering that I am thirty-five years ahead of him
on cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry and the yard work.
I remain in my Lazy-Boy, not turning or acknowledging his hint

He shuffles silently away,
perhaps remembering his thirty-five years in his Lazy-Boy
Or maybe remembering 
That I do not care if all the dishes stack up to the ceiling
I do not care if they are crusty and wormy.
I do not care if the roaches dance on top of our counters.
I do not care if mice build villages in the kitchen or sleep in our bed.
It is my turn to man the Lazy-Boy.

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