By J.J. Tindall
New Fucking Frying Pan
Nobody tells me
Who I am.
Problematic in relationships
(Been a few years
Since the end of my last
Long-term commitment).
I want a fried egg?
I go to a diner
And order one or
I fry it myself.
It’s about feminism:
In the early ’70s, my mother
Decided she was going to get
A job.
“You want a fried egg?
Here’s how you do it.
You want clean clothes?”
So now
I know how to do
All that shit.
Thanks, mom!
After (I’m guessing)
About six years with
My last frying pan I finally
Wore through the non-stick
Apparatus.
Needed a new frying pan.
Got my ass
A new fucking
Frying pan.
It’s a beautiful thing.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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Posted on December 4, 2017