by T. Lynn Wright

Created on: May 06, 2010   Last Updated: May 07, 2010

The Clique of the Nest

You try so valiantly

to exercise your innate need for inclusion

anxiously glancing to see

if I am enjoying a celebration of plastic bowls and lids

If I feel awkward in the ritual of sighing over the kids.

But when I leave your inadvertent coven,

I drive smoothly to the all-night clam house on the Bay

the best whites are icy in the humid breeze of grown-up late night

the aeronautical engineer at the bar acknowledges

my Prada heels.

not a wistful Walmart remark to be heard

I will sleep as late as I want to.

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