Women’s Work

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I have to quickly bring in the laundry before it blows away.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But my children need me to help them read difficult words.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I also need to eat breakfast.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I’m remembering that I need to get to the mending.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But my child is making frustrated noises waiting for my attention.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But a chicken has ducked under the fence.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I’m the only one who knows where the candy thermometer is supposed to go.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I can see a pile of clutter waiting for my attention.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But someone has left the back door open again.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But it’s snack time.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But every time I’m interrupted my thoughts scatter like dry leaves on the wind.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I have to spend precious seconds gathering my errant thoughts up again.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I’m remembering Sylvia Plath dying of quiet desperation.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I’m thinking about yellow wallpaper.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But I can’t get the image of Marie Curie working the second shift out of my head.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But it’s taken me most of an hour to get through this paragraph.

I’m only writing an e-mail to a friend.

But it’s so much work.