Counterculture Housewife

I should be revelling
in my rebel life
Not wanting to taste home
Not wanting to be a wife

I should be dancing
for my rocking soul
Screaming for a change
Not crying for a gentrified role

I should be strung out
each trip better than the first
Not packing my things
Not preparing to ignore my thirst

I should be searching
for all my lost loves
Not wanting my own children
Imagining my hands over theirs like gloves

I should be craving
all the naughty things in life
Not craving a taste of home
Not wanting to be a wife