'YOU ****,' he flung at her.
It was more than a hundred times
He had thrown it into her face
And by this time it meant nothing to her.
She said to herself upstairs sweeping,
'Clocks are to tell time with, pitchers
Hold milk, spoons dip out gravy, and a
Coffee pot keeps the respect of those
Who drink coffee-I am a woman whose
Husband gives her a kiss once for ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem