I imagine a world and put myself in it,
a pastel world of frozen foods, indifference
and pantyhose. I am trim from eating
cottage cheese and canned peach halves.
I imagine a world and put myself in it,
a station wagon and a dog named Champ,
my two boys playing football on the lawn,
a postcard from myself to myself, a symbol.
I imagine a world and put myself in it,
dusting the drapes on long Tuesdays when
my husband stops after work for cocktails
and there’s another long week before bridge.
I imagine a world and put myself in it —
what world do you imagine and put yourself in?