April 18, 2009

NaPoWriMo Day 18

A Housewife
She folds the laundry, then puts in
another load, the dirty clothes don't end
and a life she thought she would defend
creates in her resentment towards her kin
and despondent, her body grows too thin.
She folds the laundry.

The static of her dreams creates a din
and all the words that she might intend
remain unwritten, and her goals descend
each hope so painful, she decides hope is a sin.
She folds the laundry.

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