THE HOUSEWIFE

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Submitted Date 04/13/2019
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"I grew up poor you know."

"Ok." I say.

 

"Waste not, want not," she says while writing a check for $600.

 

"Do you know what that means?" she asks me from her own world.

 

"I was taught to reuse scotch tape," I take the check.

 

She smiles, "that's one way to look at it." She picks up the dog collar and guilds him in his own leash

 

She tugs at her pearls, sliding down her chest into a choker.

 

"So how were the children this week?"

 

"They were miscreants," I say.

 

She smiles, flattered. She's sure I said something nice.

 

"So I took them to their father's house because it's his night," I try.

 

She falters,

"They're not here?"

 

"No."

 

She stares at a diamond dragging her arm down to the floor.

Simian-like.

 

"I'll go," I say. She makes me uncomfortable.

 

I look up to even emptier space

And realize she has already gone.

 

Her husband will find her chained in the yard

She let herself out today

How clever.

 

Give her a treat, why don't you?

 

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  • Ceara 2 months ago

    This piece has a strong foundation. I think that adding more imagery and clarifying some things could make the message even stronger! I really like the metaphor of a being a pet.

    • Zoe Dabbs 2 months ago

      Thanks for the feedback, might circle back on this one!

  • Tomas Chough 2 months ago

    Great metaphor. I like how you tell a story and give a message at the same time. Very creative Zoe!

    • Zoe Dabbs 1 month, 4 weeks ago

      Thank you Thomas!

  • Miranda Fotia 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    This lady sounds spoiled rotten and completely sheltered. I can see why you were inspired to write about her. Great poem!

  • Kiersten Felch 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    Oh, ouch haha. You really captured the feeling without even going too deep into the story. Well written!

    • Zoe Dabbs 1 month, 3 weeks ago

      Thank you Kiersten!