Blue Maroons by Carl Sandburg
â€œYOU slut,â€ he flung at her.
It was more than a hundred times
He had thrown it into her face
And by this time it meant nothing to her.
She said to herself upstairs sweeping,
â€œClocks are to tell time with, pitchers
Hold milk, spoons dip out gravy, and a
Coffee pot keeps the respect of those
Who drink coffeeâ€”I am a woman whose
Husband gives her a kiss once for ten
Times he throws it in my face, â€˜You slut.â€™
If I go to a small town and him along
Or if I go to a big city and him along.
What of it? Am I better off?â€ She swept
The upstairs and came downstairs to fix
Dinner for the family.