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--
Pats on the back with
The cookies are almost done baking.
Don’t cry, and bite my handkerchief
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!
I’m a lady.