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Mid-week dinner for eight,
husband’s work, leave everywhere
early but still run late. Juggle dishwasher,
pots, knives, vegetables, vacuum, a four-layer cake
that wants to fall apart. Before my daughter caught
the bus she said, how nice that I could fit whatever
I like into my day, in contrast to her,
a homework slave. For a minute

I consider leaving mid-mess,
water boiling, onion peel scattered, tomato
dripping, table covered and my bitter
eggplant just
half-baked. Instead I finish my assignment, leave two
wishful sinks soaking for someone else later.


From Obstructed View (Fireweed Press, 2009)
Used with the author’s permission.

 

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Wendy Vardaman is the author of Obstructed View (Fireweed Press), co-editor of four anthologies, and founding co-editor of Cowfeather Press. She is one of Madison, Wisconsin's two Poets Laureate (2012-2015) and teaches online through the Loft Literary Center and the Division of Continuing Studies UW-Madison. Wendy has three adult children and has never owned a car.  See what she's up to at www.wendyvardaman.com, Twitter: @wendylvardaman, and Tumblr blog: live art(s) art live(s).


 


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vscholtz:
Although I am not in your busy time of life, I still have days that feel the same. Glad I had the time to read your clever picture of a "Mom".
Posted 12/08/2014 09:42 AM
tiddles:
Love the bitter eggplant element! I think those of us that have been there (are there) are wishful sinks. Thanks, Wendy.
Posted 12/08/2014 07:38 AM
rhonasheridan:
I shall pin this on the kitchen wall!! In large letters....
Posted 12/08/2014 12:57 AM


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