Time leftover
to soak my
work away
let my nails dry
without having
to wipe somebody
else’s poop or
deal with some
sort of sibling
screamfest
That 9-5 grind
was a walk in
the park
Sipping near-
regal wines
next to the best
microwaveable meals
had to offer -
alone on my rented
porch, looking over
a town far too
hip for me now
I dreamt of husband,
home, motherhood -
throat lump washed
away with buzz of
too much time on
that porch
Now
I get those old
Calgon commercials
in all their knowing
I can’t remember
the last time I filled
a tub for me -
our home doesn’t have
a porch, our crystal holds
way more dust than drink
but I’m well-pruned
from the soak of my family
in all their happy chaos.
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