Tomato & Lettuce
Then, everything was garnish,
two kids and a house,
a wife who kept the
beds made, shirts ironed,
secrets hidden like dust
on the canned goods.
What can’t be washed
with vinegar—
scum of the coffee pot—or
set out in the sun with
fresh linen
my mother swears
had to be ironed
and I believe men
made work for women,
invented tile,
starch, matrimony,
and ama de casa
to chop the tomato
and lettuce sometimes
in bowls, often on the side
as adornment.