Domesticated

Got no needles,
But she’ll sew up that hem
With her bones.
No thread, neither
But she plucks her hairs and lashes
Til the job is done.

She rings the bell for supper.
Got no meat but there’s
Flesh of breast and thigh.
She don’t talk back
With out a tongue.

The perfect wife.

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