Batting of Eyelashes

My pearls hang straight.

It is exactly the time you chose

And the coffee stains on my apron dry quickly

As not to disappoint the image of perfection.

I am a lady.

Eggs over hard and sourdough Toast--

Cast-Iron Skillet.  

There, There

And

Pats on the back with

Intertwined fingers

And

The cookies are almost done baking.

Don’t cry, and bite my handkerchief

Please.

I hand it to you and put

Salt in my eyes to dry them

Before mascara touches your shirt.

I ironed it and it’s perfect that way.

We walk, laugh, and smile,

And Ice Cream coats the Sweet Tooth.

I go home, hug and console

Lock myself in

And throw poems in blankets.

My Pearls Hang Straight.

I guess it’s only duty—

Most likely of my own making.

The pie is burning!

And

I’m a lady. 

~Rachel~