When it’s snowing and I put on all the galoshes

While he reads the paper,

Then I want to become a

Women’s Liberation Movement woman.

And when it’s snowing and he looks for the taxi

While I wait in the lobby.

Then I don’t.

And when it’s vacation and I’m in charge of mosquito bites and poison ivy and car sickness

While he’s in charge of swimming.

Then I want to become a

Women’s Liberation Movement woman.

And when it’s vacation and he carries the suitcases and the bicycles and the playpen

While I carry the tote bag.

Then I don’t.

And when it’s three in the morning and the baby definitely needs a glass of water and I have to get up and bring it

While he keeps my place warm,

Then I want to become a

Women’s Liberation Movement woman.

And when it’s three in the morning and there is definitely a murderer-rapist in the vestibule and he has to get up and catch him

While I beep his place warm.

Then I don’t.

And after dinner, when he talks to the company

While I clean the broiler

(because I am a victim of capitalism, imperialism, male chauvinism, and also Playboy magazine),

And afternoons, when he invents the telephone and wins the Dreyfus case and writes War and Peace

While I sort the socks

(because I am economically oppressed, physically exploited, psychologically mutilated, and also very insulted),

And after he tells me that it is genetically determined that the man makes martinis and the lady makes the beds

(because he sees me as a sex object, an earth mother, a domestic servant, and also dumber than he is),

Then I want to become a

Women’s Liberation Movement woman.

And after I consider

Having justice.

Having equality.

Having freedom.

And also having

To change my own tires.

Then I want it

Both ways.