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She Considered

My calling wrings out the sponge

My calling broke her knee

My calling cannot reach this scratch  

My calling is unqualified 

My calling is overqualified 

My calling strives for three-quarters-present motherhood

My calling drinks two glasses of white wine after six

My calling rubs sleep from her eyes

My calling lingers in Varanasi

My calling cleans dirty sheets 

My calling smells vaginal brine

My calling picks a wet towel up off the floor

My calling is not a schmuck 

My calling tries to forget desire (but doesn't)

My calling stuffed the refrigerator 

My calling unwillingly pays medical bills

My calling hums in the tune of yellow

My calling pets the cats 

My calling wipes a morning shit from her ass

My calling pouts old beauty away

My calling sweeps crumbs from the floor

My calling deletes unread emails

My calling flinches inside a corporate machine

My calling thinks about the relevance of her calling

My calling comes from a place of privilege 

My calling puts away her tits and ass

My calling is nowhere to be seen

My calling weeds the garden

My calling chews minor's lettuce 

My calling sails a Turkish gullet 

My calling plans nothing

My calling sips tea without an agenda 

My calling thinks her calling is an asshole 

My calling can't tell what day of the week it is

My calling prefers the misspelling of words

My calling hates a little and loves enough

My calling excavates without shovels

My calling lost her place in line 

My calling planted sunflowers with the Easter bunny's paw

My calling boxes ghost mitts

My calling should write her grandmother a postcard

My calling prefers not to reach the mountain's top

My calling strokes the hair on her chest

My calling wrestles with their calling

My calling sews all her own clothes from the leather of a rat

My calling sings about fucking and fear 

My calling has too much to do today

My calling fills the tub halfway

My calling mourns the loss of her Fisher Price record player

My calling burns with the sun

My calling licks the spoon

My calling doesn't like what she looks like in high waisted pants

My calling is a simple toga

My calling wrecks the ball

My calling thinks incessant happiness is a myth created by a waxy American smile

My calling is the UPS driver

My calling wonders about time and space just like everyone else

My calling exhales stale farts 

My calling is in meetings about meetings

My calling puts the car in reverse

My calling fills the cat's bowl with water

My calling gets lost in suburbs 

My calling claps her hands to scare away bears

My calling misses her Vietnamese landlady

My calling prefers to think of herself as an ape

My calling doesn't check in with the weather report

My calling hangs upside down 

My calling watches her skin dry

My calling envisions a relatively comfortable death

My calling is beyond her control 

My calling lost her keys

My calling avoids being bitten by rabid dogs

My calling sleeps well inside the fetal position 

My calling calls her mother once a day

My calling takes deep breaths to avoid heart palpitations 

My calling hops on the train and goes 

tags: lists, poetry, list poetry, calling the caling
Thursday 04.21.16
Posted by felicity fenton
 

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