photo by Ellizabeth Macmillan
The body politic is composed of
those who value communal need over
the politician’s wife,
a delicate feline, tip-toes
on the heels
of contractual companionship
and compulsory agreeability.
no woman wants to be
a plain enough Jane,
caught serving brandy and port
to fine laws and even finer men,
forfeiting the whims of a
a politician's wife is a mythical beast,
settled between the pressure cooker of
age and patriarchal distaste
and when they gather to send
off their statesmen to engage
in intellectual defeat,
light permeates their Regency gowns,
reflecting bitter moods off neighboring
parasols and shining cufflinks.
I envy them.