I sit across from you in the dining room
You’ve given us so much,
Lighting the lovely lines lying
across your own face,
I whine for nor want no weak role in it.
I am ultimately unfulfilled.
I married you because it was normal.
My mother married you,
Her mother married you,
Her mother’s mother married you,
And so on.
How else am I to scrape out a living in this world?
Powerless, yet not sexless
God save me, my children, and our souls.