Keeping up with Miranda

To homemakers.


Miranda is married to a house
painted red with bricks.
It lodges her feminine ego
and cellophane
she arsenals grocery in.

"I {Heart} My Husband"
says the bumper sticker
on her station wagon -
quite spruced up with nouns, pronouns
and possessive adjectives.
It's all Sisyphean labor though,
pushing conjugate verbs
up her fermented kids.

The odiferous dame
(of mint and lemon balm)
adds flavor and sunshine
to gourmet cuisine.
She expects approving glances;
wishes fervently
she's their
very best thing.

Delectable dessert, glottal emissions
and bulbous onions
conceal her sobs and whims.
She is ready to sing lullaby
to the third
while the fourth
continues to chime in.

As seconds trickle onto the mantle
and moon climbs uphill,
Miranda hums to the rattle of utensils
reveling in her discordant thrill.