A Poem

Peonies and Checks!

I’ve been unreasonably reupholstering

Everywhere terror in everyday chairs

I fast limp with open scissors screaming

“I am a bad mother”

She limps out of the wastebasket drooling

Throw the avocado down like a victim

Her skin was woven out of me so she cuts it

“Where are you whore mother”

The oven and the iron are both on high

I try to play with my daughter’s hair

But she rips out all of mine

She calls her friends on the phone to tell them

If I do not get the right fabric