For
shoiryu, who asked me to write "something that makes you think of me".
Domestic Bliss
If you will fetch the milk, my dear,
and I will cook the soup,
If you can mop the floors, my love,
and I will sweep the stoop,
If you will wear the ring, my heart,
and I will twist the facts,
We can leave this boy's bright blood
to be licked up by the cats.