Handmaiden

Caitlin, I would like to apply for the job as your maid...whatever it takes so I can live there with you and eat your dinner scraps out of the garbage, and smell the red wine sauce as I scrape your pans at the sink, perhaps separate some out of the dish grease with a strainer and drink it...maybe you would think of me, your dirty-faced maid in rags sweeping out the chimney, and bring one grain of risotto to me from the market... callously tossing it to me as you drain the bottle of German wine...I will accept it...your weekends are amazing...

Nicole