Caring for the Woman who Care

I’m not a scientist or good at Math

In the basics

With no sense of direction

the computer de-fragments How?

and “what’s that button?… supposed to do”

Bring in Man

super hero in the eyes of a capitalism which values Steal and Wood

punishing Trees and Water on a caste system dusted.

Patted on the head of good effort to the waitress scraping together a federal mandate labeled “unskilled” in third world wages.

Can’t complain, un-lady-like meant to have a husband driving me to Lowes for a hammer paid by daddy’s credit.

Quick stop before wiping the poo off little one stuck in the wheelchair patient for a diaper change.

Ring the bell trot service down the road helping Grampy lost in the streets he can’t remember…

But No ..

I’m not a scientist

and …

I lied

I can’t do math but fear made me say it before the Dow drops

all feminine value buried with tears

wiped in snot on the shoulder

Of Mommy at your bedside.