Frustration


Domestic chores tire me.

At times I am disheveled.

Throw the towel in exasperation.

When will I be free?

I am inconsolable.

 

 

 

I  turn indignant. Show

my anger on doors, vessels.

Bang the doors. Slam the pots,

push the ladles.

 

It is confusion. The vegetable stew

burns, the potato fry is charred,

the milk boils. To lay them straight

I dash and miss my step.

 

I skid. Balance with an effort.

Meanwhile, the lunch remains

scorched. Have to cook again.

Anger diffuses. I am downcast.

 

Frustration suffocates.

 

 

 

 

 

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