I have a lot of things swirling around in my head but can’t get a good grip on any of them. I’m sure more writing will come later, but for now, enjoy this poem by Julia Kasdorf. I have seen this in my mom, my grandmothers, and my aunts. I’m guessing I may eventually go crazy too.
When Our Women Go Crazy
When our women go crazy, they’re scared there won’t be
enough meat in the house. They keep asking
but how will we eat? Who will cook? Will there be enough?
Mother to daughter, it’s always the same
questions. The sisters and aunts recognize symptoms:
she thinks there’s no food, same as Mommy
before they sent her away to that place,
and she thinks if she goes, the men will eat
whatever they find right out of the saucepans.
When our women are sane, they can tomatoes
and simmer big pots of soup for the freezer.
They are satisfied arranging spice tins
on cupboard shelves lined with clean paper.
They save all the leftovers under tight lids
and only throw them away when they’re rotten.
Their refrigerators are always immaculate and full,
which is also the case when our women are crazy.