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sweet tea

southern women
always seem
exhausted to me

i’m no exception

legs aching
in need
of a cold drink

perhaps
it’s partially

the toil over laundry

an oven’s heat
adding to
insufferably thick
summer
locust cry
air

hammock reading

gardens demanding attention

heaviness in their breasts
too soon to explain

why the chickens have gone quiet

and keeping secrets
from their husbands

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