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I am a temperate woman.
I cool my coffee with an ice cube,
take my water plain,
my steak medium rare,
set the thermostat at seventy.
I live in a temperate zone,
wear size average clothes,
let my ice cream melt a bit.
I go easy on the jalapeno,
hate shouting matches,
also dislike silence
with the cold shoulder.
Watch the speed limit,
use thrift sale finds,
drive a pre-owned Chevy.
Moderation is my motto
With one exception.
Don't show me that tepid love.
I'll take that deluxe,
supersized, outrageous,
spicy, with a lifetime guarantee.
This poem first appeared in Jill Magazine (2018).
Used here with permission.
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Peggy Trojan, after a career of teaching English, retired to the north woods of Wisconsin. There, she and her husband, David, with the help of family, built a house next to a trout stream. Peggy stays busy writing and making jam from the raspberry patch she carefully and lovingly tends. Peggy is a member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, and is the author of two full-length poetry collections and six chapbooks. Learn more about her here.
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