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The Undoing; and Where No One Follows

The Undoing; and Where No One Follows The Undoing If it were my bed and my house, I'd turn my hand to undoing. I'd strip the bedding And blankets away, and unquilt the mattress And shred the tick. The shoes I'd take Out of the closet, ready for the feet leaving The house in pairs, in pairs of pairs. Sweaters we'd no longer need, since it's summer And we no longer talk about the cold; and so out Of the drawers they'd come, and the drawers, too, The chests with their naked ribs. At the basin, I'd leave the bar of soap, half dissolved from Our hands' washings. Someone else will think Of cleanliness. Out of the box would come the rings, Earrings, necklaces of encircling affection; I'd Open the windows to make my hand more free in Letting fall the glittering things to the beds below. Out of albums would fall the photographs, like leaves Of an unsewn book. Even the socks with undarned holes In their heels--these I'd unravel, stitch by minute stitch. These domestic details have always prophesied Their own demise; I fulfill their promise. And those bodies, the bodies that sleep In the beds! I am wondering what to do with http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies University of Nebraska Press

The Undoing; and Where No One Follows

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Abstract

The Undoing If it were my bed and my house, I'd turn my hand to undoing. I'd strip the bedding And blankets away, and unquilt the mattress And shred the tick. The shoes I'd take Out of the closet, ready for the feet leaving The house in pairs, in pairs of pairs. Sweaters we'd no longer need, since it's summer And we no longer talk about the cold; and so out Of the drawers they'd come, and the drawers, too, The chests with their naked ribs. At the basin, I'd leave the bar of soap, half dissolved from Our hands' washings. Someone else will think Of cleanliness. Out of the box would come the rings, Earrings, necklaces of encircling affection; I'd Open the windows to make my hand more free in Letting fall the glittering things to the beds below. Out of albums would fall the photographs, like leaves Of an unsewn book. Even the socks with undarned holes In their heels--these I'd unravel, stitch by minute stitch. These domestic details have always prophesied Their own demise; I fulfill their promise. And those bodies, the bodies that sleep In the beds! I am wondering what to do with

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Frontiers: A Journal of Women StudiesUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Jan 4, 2001

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