Poetry Fix: When Our Women Go Crazy

When Our Women Go Crazy
–Julia Kasdorf
from Sleep­ing Preacher

When our women go crazy, they’re scared there won’t be
enough meat in the house. They keep asking
but how will we eat? Who will cook? Will there be enough?
Moth­er to daugh­ter, it’s always the same
ques­tions. The sis­ters and aunts rec­og­nize symptoms:
    she thinks there’s no food, same as Mommy
    before they sent her away to that place,
    and she thinks if she goes, the men will eat
    what­ev­er they find right out of the saucepans.
When our women are sane, they can tomatoes
and sim­mer big pots of soup for the freezer.
They are sat­is­fied arrang­ing spice tins
on cup­board shelves lined with clean paper.
They save all the left­overs under tight lids
and only throw them away when they’re rotten.
Their refrig­er­a­tors are always immac­u­late and full,
which is also the case when our women are crazy.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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