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Winter Day

It is sunny,
not a good day for a revolution.
Instead, I plan to go to the drug store,
buy some soap and cough drops,
then pick up my shirts from Erin Cleaners
where a red-haired woman always stands
behind the counter. I might mention
to her that she's oppressed. Yes.
By the British because she's Irish.
As a worker because she must sweat all day
in the laundry. And as a woman ruled
by patriarchal society.
Or maybe I'll just say,
"It's nice outside."

2009, Ron A. Kalman
This poem first appeared in Exquisite Corpse.