Doves on the clothesline
hold down my slip.
Talons rip the straps. Judges all,
will not let fly my satin secrets.
This morning, an aubade.
Such a sad song.
Are they mourning
doves cooing their disapproval?
I bang a pot with a wooden spoon.
Fly away doves, leave me to my work.
Solemn as church ladies, hooded in opinions
doves stay, determined to change my life
Vicki Iorio is the author of Poems from the Dirty Couch and the chapbooks Send Me a Letter and Something Fishy. Her poetry has appeared in numerous print and on-line journals including The Painted Bride Quarterly, Rattle, poets respond on line, and The Fem Lit Magazine.