She says about her groceries
Sitting languid in the cart
“Do you take these out
or do I have to do it?”
You have to do it, and guess what
I say as I glance at her haul,
When you get home
You’ll have to crack the Brazil nuts too,
And with those two brittle hands,
You’ll have to shuck the corn ’cause
Those husks won’t shuck themselves!
Unpack your bounty
You lonely old bird
Vase those flowers and
Skin those carrots and
Broil that steak alone!
I’m not coming home with you.
as I carry the groceries to her car.