Freewrite Week 4

Break-up Poem


The car sits on the side fo the road-It ran out of gas-because that's a man's job

The trashcan reeks of last weeks salmon, overflowing-because that's a man's job

Our daughter, hair perfectly braided- smelling of baby shampoo-matches from the pink bow in her hair to the frilly pink socks on her feet-because that's a woman's job

Grass up to my knees, lawn mower pushed to the corner of the shed; forgotten like the memory of our first kiss (where you asked for permission before innocently pressing your lips to mine)-because that's a man's job

The smell of frying chicken, baking cornbread, and sweet apple pie fill the house-because that's a woman's job

Your to-do list completed-because that's a woman's job