we live inside
There’s a window we look out
We see ourselves out there
We wonder why we are not
We have a prism
The colors glow but we are behind the window
The house encloses and embraces us
We dwell in all the rooms
We are living the life
Of our husbands
We are inside
They are outside
When they come inside
They get anxiety
We respond with fearfulness
The window watches everything
The sun peeks in
The flowers call our name
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But we are not women
We are wives
Of the window husband
We dare to open the window
and feel the breeze
We wander to the door
And throw it open
We are the women in the
windows
jjn 2/5/2026 2:03 AM