These two poems are probably posted elsewhere on my blog, but I’m inspired to re-post them today by another writer who asks on WordPress if we write in cafés. Her post got 412 responses — to which I attribute the loneliness of the long-distance writer.
While the second poem here is my signature poem, published in so many places I’ve lost track, I’m posting the more relevant one first.
I Write In Cafes (For Tillie Olsen)
They ended, those years:
trudging bags of groceries through the snow
mounds of laundry from car to front door,
boots & mittens & sleds & longjohns.
Now I write in cafes.
With a pack on my back
I meander through streets,
find a friendly table
There’s no snow in San Francisco
and laundry day comes once a month.
I haven’t made a salad in weeks.
My days are filled with writing.
But which is the better poem, Tillie?
Which is the better poem?
I write in the Laundromat
I write in the laundromat.
I am a woman
and between wash & dry cycles
I write while the beans soak
and with children’s voices
in my ear. I spell out words
for scrabble while I am writing.
I write as I drive to the office
where I type a man’s letters
and when he goes to lunch
When the kids go out the door
on Saturday I write
and while the frozen dinners thaw
I write on the toilet
and in the bathtub
and when I appear
to be talking
I am often writing.
I write in the laundromat
while the kids soak
with scrabbled ears
and beans in the office
and frozen toilets
and in the car
between wash & dry.
And your words
and my words
and her words
and their words
and I am a woman
and I write in the laundromat.
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