Eden's DomesticationA Poem by MollyHe named all creatures, Or almost all. And like a good woman should, She adopted what was left. The long-legged one with the flat, sturdy back She fondly strokes and calls “ironing board.” With magnetic trinkets She rewards the tall, stocky one for cold protection. “Oven,” she names the hot one; “Freezer,” she names the cold. She holds the hand of the one she calls vacuum, It’s now the only hand she holds. He has gone to his own realm, With his own creatures And she is left With nothing more than a broom. © 2010 MollyAuthor's Note
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