Carving

by P.C. Vandall

I am the housewife
in a house coat
watching sun rise and set
on an unmade bed, an unmade
woman, an unmade mind.

I am the wife lost in the blue
fibers of lint long picked
clean, pared down
like the skin of an apple
in the stainless steel sink.

I am the butcher’s wife, shaved
and lean with tenderloins
wrapped in blue velvet.
He’s the butcher, far too busy
chewing the fat to notice.

Pamela is the author of two chapbooks of poetry: “Something from Nothing” (Writing Knights Press) and “Woodwinds” (Lipstick Press). Pamela’s first full length poetry collection, “Crows Taste Best on Toast” is forthcoming from Lady Lazarus Press. Her poetry was recently nominated for the Pushcart prize. When Pamela is not writing, she’s sleeping. She believes sleep is death without the commitment.