I Feel Like Screaming
(An original poem)

I feel like screaming when I wake up at dawn
and toys are strewn all over the floor
and the sink is full of eggplant, after a
frenchman has made his ratatouille
with the gypsy breath smell of garlic rising over the sink
mocking me



and, what is that?
a mystery orange poo poo on the sisal rug
but how did it get there? why it slid out of a diaper when i went
to pick the baby up
oh Pottery Barn! oh pretty couches and coffee tables strewn with pears
Hard as I try I will never live up!
perfection eludes me like unwaxed legs at a garden party

Who is that in the mirror?
Um, I don't know her.
Man, do you need a make-over.
Your hair! Your Clothes! How about a little concealer? And whatever are you doing in L.L. Bean? (my Parisian loungerie sits in a drawn unseen)
Now, close your eyes, take a deep breath, then let it all out.
One,

Two

Three

Now,

Scream!