19 an hour + 5 days on your feet
feeds the mortgage and
the 55 children you work for.
In your sleep, I listen as you
(…in French, then German)
defend your Masters thesis
in Fragrance Chemistry,
you were awarded 10 yrs past
while learning English
with your daughter who
(while you researched)
figure skated three nights weekly
and inherited your beautiful nose
for top notes and spirals.
Saturday, at 2:10 am, you wake,
cant sleep, so cook,
while a YouTube chef
simmers in the background.
For breakfast, you serve
butternut squash soup.
I’m thinking about leaving,
so you can sleep in,
afford to be corny,
sweet, and dreamy.
Your soup’s too good
for me.

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