Beijing
13th May, 2018
The Nomadness Of the Trailer Spouse Pack, unpack, set up Organize, arrange, hook up Misplace, discard, goof up Search, find, just when your time is up Two hundred cartons hold home and hearth Hundred to open, the rest stay apart Open, repack, sort, and re-sort Mourn, moan over the shattered antique teapot AC, DC, two point, three point slanting, straight, round or flat plugs, extensions, adaptors We have them, I swear, but don't know where Wo is where, wo is I Neither Germans nor Chinese get me, I wonder why Could it be my wires sometimes go awry? Could it be I use where when I want to say I? A life that is lived in short bursts Memories boxed in world capital slots Births, deaths, celebrations Filed, stored in three year encapsulations The dilemma of the trailer spouse Will I just entertain and keep house? Can I find work, can I not? Will I just sit on my backside, will I not? Bad hair days? No bad hair years! Thinning, falling, breaking, I fear! And what of the battleground that is my skin Thanks to the many different climes it has seen Mornings are for coffee, mahjong, bridge Bazaars, charities, fund raisers and such Now slap on your evening make up, dash out Do your wining, dining, mingling about Bags and dark circles the eyes adorn Just repair the night's damage, smile and carry on Onward to another event, another reception When all I want to do is watch television Come along he says, we won't stay long I need you there, saree, bindi and all No second bidding needed, let's go, here I am Let's do our thing, you and me, my man!
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