so this is life

in Iowa they tell me

eat more

nourish the body

drip the fat in the hip creases

let a farmer kiss it tenderly

his hand in his back pocket on his keys

i'm waiting for you to come home

like a housewife

reveling in my anger as the greatest motivator

so this is life

loving you and afraid of it

the closeness when we all feel we can't be known

being lonely when you're alone

writing cliches even if, there the truth

specificities about things no one cares about

so this is life

crying on a street in Des Moines

ready to jump

look at my poise

cover my ears

can't stand the noise