Poetry

Caper's Poets

The Peddler — Martin Willitts, Jr.

This is a sample of my goods.
My pans are useful when all others fail.
You can leave it on the stove and it will not blacken.
Bang it against a rock; it will not dent.
It is more reliable than some husbands.
I see by the nod of your head you agree.

Here is some white linen.
Notice how it can wipe away sadness.
You can wave it as the solitary men pass by.
I can tell by your blush this would be welcomed.

This is something special. Only for you.
It is a sponge from an ocean of laughter.
Soap your breasts. When you are dry,
you will find your husband’s fingerprints.
I know that this is what you desire most.

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