Coming down

Coming down to the kitchen,

my tie tight about my neck,

I see you have laid out black

tea and two eggs. And I wonder

if the seed we lodged in your

body around midnight is burgeoning.

But that evening,

you press our shirts and

skirts, and the iron

seems to hiss with derision.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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2 responses to this post.

  1. does your wife read your blog?

    Reply

    • Posted by Julian O'Dea on June 6, 2016 at 3:34 am

      Sometimes.

      A poem is just a poem. It is not necessarily based on one’s own real life.

      Reply

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