Erika Kent - NaPoWriMo

Erika is not a poet.

April 7th

Man of the House

He grew up in the city
so he mows our lawn like a blind goat.

The pickle jar may stay shut.
That wood table will not get stained
(unless he guffaws his coffee on it).

No, he does not know
what you’re talking about,
Mr. Plumber Man.

He cannot fix the things.
Unless I am one of the things.