Demonologie Domestic
Below is a work of
fiction; any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. Live with it.
Before I can have a cup of coffee, I have to weave through
the maze of other people’s crumbs, coffee cups, wrinkled Kleenex and unfolded
clothes. I make trips go the garbage in
my nighty; I feed the cats before I wash my face.
If I finish a cup of coffee, it’s a small miracle. When did I become a slave to other people’s
schedules? When did I turn into a Martha
a la The Handmaid’s Tale? When did I
cease to be important except as a drone and source of income?
I’m not a domestic goddess, or even an angel of the
house. In my hand, I hold a first class
ticket to anywhere; I won’t disclose the information. Once I clear the security check, I want to be
nowhere to be found.
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