Savory Poems for Lunch or Dinner

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oh god how guilty do I feel? I am a woman I am supposed to clean, I hate to clean and to read in poem or otherwise that someone does this in detail once a month ( thought with anguish and emphasis) I am ashamed and diminished.

This poem was written a long time ago, when I was younger and more energetic. "Once a month" no longer holds true. More like once every six months... However, the part about "belly to the floor, I understand where I live" still holds true.

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