Easter Vacation

It’s drafty in here.

I need someone

to put plastic

over the windows

and turn up

the electric blanket

and bring me some tea.

It’s been a long winter

and this spring

doesn’t seem very green.

This Easter

is colder than any

I can remember.

My legs are goose-pimply

under my skirt

and I want to go home.

I don’t eat pork anymore

anyway.

I wonder if someday

I’ll have to pay penance

for the lies I told

to save your face.