Hi, I’m Not Rebecca

Rebecca loved fine things and how wonderful
for her. How delicate her underclothing
and the care her housekeeper takes to wash,
press, fold, place, and present them still
after her death. Her dying will
leave me a widow if my husband
cannot forgive himself. Down in
the boat house he waits and I dare
not go. I dare not anchor my fate
to his. Better a divorcee with my old name
than this chilly new name that hides me
from a housekeeper who cannot love me, too.

#NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 16

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Richard Leis

Richard Leis is a writer and poet living in Tucson, Arizona. His poetry has been published in Impossible Archetype. His essays about fairy tales and technology have been published on Tiny Donkey and Fairy Tale Review’s “Fairy-Tale Files“.