Chicano Poet

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Petrarchan Sonnet

Did he ever fantasize in the shower
about Reina Feliciano
while his wife vaccumed?

Henry could not make that
a public record, but his mind wondered…
dirty laundry, especially panties

should only be aired
if they belong to famous women, his mind insisted.
Marilyn on her deathbed would not mind the intrusion.

Sylvia Plath in her cozy little oven
would not put up a fight
as you pulled them around her ankles.

Anne Sexton would sit there, stiff in her car.
If you don’t mind
panties reeking carbon monoxide,

go ahead and ply your trade.
“Are you done yet?”
yelled Henry’s wife, the cleaning maven.


At 1:46 PM, Blogger Jim Murdoch said...

I like the idea behind this poem but I think Marilyn is out of place with the two poets. Perhaps May Ayim, the Afro-German poet, who met her death after jumping from the thirteenth floor of a Berlin building or Amelia Rosselli, the Italian poet, who committed suicide in Rome in 1996 on the anniversary or Plath's death by throwing herself from her apartment in Rome, would be a better choice.

At 12:43 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Jim.I had not heard of Amelia Rosselli,I am intrigued.I shall see what I can fashion.


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