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Ugh... two list poems for Monday's assignment...
October 11, 2013
10:33 pm

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I don't love either one, frankly, I'm ready to trash them both and see if I can come up with something better... so which one do you prefer? Suggestions for making them not suck?

The hinged mirror cabinet

like an unlocked safe of secrets

reflecting guilt as it swings open.

Bathroom dust collects on shelves

and exposes a paranoia of stained teeth,

whitening toothpaste, whitening strips,

whitening mouthwash, and toothpicks.

An insomniac with back pain,

with paper cuts and splinters,

with razor burn and pimples

must hover here at the sink

and fill his hands with water

to splash against his face.

A sensitive man always

takes time with his routine,

applies aftershave,

always rinses and repeats.

A well-groomed man trims his nails,

both hands and feet,

trims whiskers threatening to protrude

from nostrils, ears and v-necks,

and parts and combs, then tousles.

Only one cologne rests eagerly on the counter

as if it was the last item used.

“A glass of wine?” calls from the kitchen,

A startled smile shuts the mirror

and opens the door with optimism.


“Your Virginia Maid Treasure Chest Inventory”

The mid-century hope chest sits alone along one wall

a reminder of subservience, pushed to perfection like

a skirt hem between the presser foot and feed dog of my mother’s Singer.

Everything from the 50s came with instructions—

how to starch shirts, how to iron a perfect pleat.

A simple two-tone print on cardstock sits beneath the cedar-lined lid

with orange headings and orderly black typescript

divulging enigmas, such as which gifts are fit to fill it.

Specifics list luncheon linens and lace cloths

in white, pastel, or other gay colors to compliment

the pattern of your china, with damask to match.

For bedrooms, of course, pillowcases and sheets,

dressing table covers, bedspreads, and blankets.

For kitchen and bath, six hand towels, six bath towels,

and four washcloths (for each person), two bath mats

and one shower curtain; potholders and cloths for washing-up work,

dish towels and paper towels with paper towel holder.

All truly important for the perfect home-maker,

the perfect virgin maid with perfect etiquette.

How presumptuous of this little cedar chest,

so full of hope that girls don’t need confidence and worth,

folded neatly and well-preserved, don’t need college funds

or careers, whether white, pastel or gay-colored,

don’t need birth control or vibrating dildos,

or anything else that might help satisfy themselves.

A girl needs no protection outside of her potholders,

no condoms or cans of pepper spray

as long as she’s able to set a proper table,

as long as she’s chosen.

I had a cedar chest once, clunky and plain sitting in my mother’s basement

and desperately needing to be refinished.

She filled it with the extra set of dishes, just four settings,

fabric pieces and parts, quilt squares and embroidery;

eventually it became a bureau for things with no other place. 

Wine is bottled poetry. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

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