The Art of Domesticity

The body is domesticated, crawling in and out of beds,
We hop, skip and jump around the creased linens.
Rummage, thief-like, for frozen food, for a hot bath,
For recycled fun, for white shirts and dark pants.
We are coiled, tight; around the bricks and walls,
Like serpents, measuring our teeth and our claws,
Sneaking into the snug encasement of master bedrooms,
Pinning our heads in bathroom mirrors and dresser boxes.
We plant seeds in the front yard, chant
Our constant jargon of comfort at the patio.
We sing melodies of good housekeeping while the sprinkler
Nourishes our summer lilies and tomato bulbs.
We wash dead, beheaded chickens and frozen fish fillets
In the kitchen sink, stuffing their stomachs with old recipes,
Soaking them with lemon juice, herbs and brine.
The knife, a divorce lawyer, listening to our thumbs and fingers,
Separating human and animal skins.
The clothes, we leave them to hang, to dry through the night.
At night, in sleep, we breathe through the seals of parched rooms,
We breathe, heavy and slow, our dreams dancing in the winds
Moving through woods and shingles that carry
Our homely sentences, common phrases, wasted words.
Inside the bolted doors, among heaps of a household’s mess,
We shrink, mutilate, yet crackling, ready for the end game.

5 thoughts on “The Art of Domesticity

  1. lopu123

    Thank you Louis Kasatkin for your beautifully edifying comments! Loved the analogy between the poem and the film you referred to 🙂

    Best,
    Lopa.

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  2. Kamlesh Acharya

    This is a very artistic, evocative and engrossing read of our mundane existence.
    The following line connected beautifully with me for some reason:
    The knife, a divorce lawyer, listening to our thumbs and fingers,
    Separating human and animal skins.

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  3. Lopa Banerjee

    Thank you so much, Kamlesh Acharya, for your beautiful analysis of my poem! Feel so honored and humbled!

    Lopa.

    Reply

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