cookies

cookies
i’ve begun to jealously guard my quiet solitude
knowing i’ll be running out of it soon
and my thoughts are interrupted
by a batch of experimental chocolate chip cookies
mixed with baking powder because i have no soda

like a good woman i’m watching my cookies
and waiting for my man
but the spirit of my mind won’t rest
and my heart aches with the cramps in my legs


These lines are from right after discovering I was pregnant with my son.  Time alone was already in short supply.  My boyfriend hated anything that wasn’t all about him.  Do you know what happens to good women who wait nicely for men?  They get taken advantage of and abused.  A man who demands to be waited on is bad news.  The cookies were a failure, BTW.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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