Wednesday afternoon - by
my father is “having fun”
/ cleaning the floor
/ he uses the plugged in sink as a bucket
/ wears rags on his feet
/ and shimmies…
housework
’Our cries, she used to say…’ - by
Our cries, she used to say
/ would scratch the moon’s windowpanes
/ and scrape the corners of tombstones which milked the moon
/
/ My mother…
Mother - by
All this last week I have been thinking
of my mother, thinking of her taking
up in her arms the creaking basket
of clothes, without pausing, up to the attic.
As the child looks on - by
his mother pulls the linen
/ from the cord.
/ She flaps each sheet,
/ folds each vest.
/ Collars are starched,
/ skirts are dressed.
/ She is spit, she is…
A Little Nap Rap - by
A little nap rap
/ When I got home one evening
/ to my cosy living room
/ I found a squirrel at my table
/ and…
Eight Tentacles - by
If only I had an octopus
/ I’d soon get my housework done.
/ I’d set him to work on the hoovering…