The Least Successful Person at the Party

What kind of woman do I want to be?
Do I want to be the brunette with two babies on her knee
taking all her time to coo and feed her party of three?
Do I want to be the reporter for the boston globe
asking the other guests to regale her with their stories
before they chastise her, “Don’t you already know
who won that superbowl?” “Oh, yes,” she admits,
“I could ask the coach myself, I suppose
but I like to hear you tell it.”
do I want to be the Disney executive
represented only by her mother’s
diamond Mickey Mouse necklace?
Or do I want to be myself in the kitchen
wearing someone else’s Sicilian apron
asking the hostess, “Please, let me
do something, give that to me, I can stir it.”

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