Croc-o-dilly Oh My, Croc! Croc! Croc!

Kelly’s response to the patriarchy & Larissa’s piece from last week, “My therapist told me to read ‘Codependent No More’ and get off my high horse”

oh, 
if we could only 
stick our butts in jell-o 
eat a marshmallow 
die our hair yellow
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 
we’re still on our 
second shifts singing 
My Heart Will Go On
as they leave 
the Keurig pods
6.5” from the garbage 
each morning
we’re standing
in alphabetical 
order waiting 
to feed 
our Tamagotchis 
while they’re leaving 
the forks & the half
empty cat food 
containers in the sink 
chores are the only 
currency we trade in 
jobs half done 
behind the ‘frigerator
there lays a piece 
of glass they’ve cracked
eggs over our heads 
for decades
as the
yolk drips down
yolk drips down 
yolk drips down
& we’re suddenly pushed
& do we see the color?
& do we have the chills?

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