At Work
Mariah
Boone's poetry is, at heart, about motherhood. Not the 1950s iconic
motherhood, but real-life, in-the-trenches,
the-good-the-bad-and-the-ugly motherhood (Cellaress at Thanksgiving, Night House, Packing for Day Care, Eclipse).
Women will laugh when they read this poem, men will cringe. Man up,
gentlemen. This is from whence you came. Run from it, fear it, respect
it. We women are going to laugh at it.
At Work
By Mariah Boone
There's dried breastmilk on my steering wheel
Dried breastmilk on my desk
Dried breastmilk on my keyboard and
Dried breastmilk on my dress
Which is black
And shows it.
At Work
By Mariah Boone
There's dried breastmilk on my steering wheel
Dried breastmilk on my desk
Dried breastmilk on my keyboard and
Dried breastmilk on my dress
Which is black
And shows it.
Posted by Annmarie at 2/3/2010 11:30 PM 
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariah Boone breastmilk motherhood
Categories: today's words
Tags: Mariah Boone breastmilk motherhood
Ha! Love it.
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Oh, Mariah, I remembered. I laughed. I Hurt! Thank you! Jean
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I'm not a mom but this made me laugh!
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Wonderful! I actually looked down to see if I had breastmilk on my shirt, too! Now THAT would be problematic.
I want more Mariah!!!!
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