Barbara Costas-Biggs

Barbara Costas-Biggs

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Laundry List

I am vacuuming. I am Princess Leia. I am tasting the marinara for sweetness. I am loading the dishwasher. Listening down the stairs for the dryer’s buzz. Pouring glasses of milk. I am filling the dogs’ dishes. I am watching maple leaves fall. I am picking up crayons. I am calling the pharmacy. Scheduling dentist appointments. Checking my email. Covering the tender plants. I am ironing shirts

(and this is a waste of time, I know,
but tomorrow my children have school pictures,
so I am dragging out the
ironing board, a wedding gift —
yes, a damn wedding gift —
to make sure all the imperfections
are smoothed. Rarely is one of my son’s
vocabulary words. Momma rarely irons, he says
to the back of my bent head).

I have a Valium hidden in my wallet. I have the maple leaves. I have an appointment for a tattoo. I have mustard greens to cut. I have the sweet marinara. I have selective hearing. I have a new brown bottle that rattles with the cure. I am not the Den Mother, the Room Mother or the Mother of All Mothers.

I have lists in my head. I will smooth out the imperfections. The tender plants might make it.

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Martha Silano

Martha Silano

Beverly Fesharaki

Beverly Fesharaki