a typical Satuday.

Saturday is a great day 
for rest;
for giving your kids some breakfast;
for making your husband a hot coffee;
for doing the dishes;
for taking out the laundry;
for going for groceries for the week;
and feeding the dog;
or the cat
for thinking about all the shit you've done that led you to this particular moment.

Then maybe 
you'll do your hair
in front of the mirror in your boudoir
and you'll trace your wrinkles with you right hand;
smile for me, my darling, with your tired smile;
you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen;
don't cry, they'll see you.
and you don't want that.
you want to be perfect;
you gave up your life
for them
and you feel like they don't give you anything
in return.

You can't remember your name;
don't worry, 
I won't tell it to them;
I'll keep it safe in a locked jar
until you remember it.

But for now...
they'll call you with other
devious names.
For them you'll always remain nameless
- just honey or mom.

V.