Guilty, Mondays by Sandra Inskeep-Fox

I guess Methodist you could say,

struggling to remember more

than echoes of crowded church basements

& Jesus Loves Me & flannel-

board stories told by high-voiced pious cousins

and black-veiled made-up aunts

who always dusted their chairs before sitting down.


& Grandma’s—on Monday, the wash; Tuesday,

the ironing (two whole days attending to

maintenance of a meager cache of

linens and clothing, each piece handled

to last, mended when it seemed tempted

to fray away); Wednesdays, the baking, bread

and pies of whatever fruits were in season;

Thursdays, groceries, a trek to the Red & White; Fridays,

cleaning for whatever company might show; Saturdays

the odds & ends of tasks & maybe a trip to town;

and Sundays again

with the old ladies in the cold, damp suspicions

of basement rooms. Everyday there were other

things too, but set within an order…methodically,

& the men out there somewhere doing whatever

men do, and coming home on time for meals

and naps, and always seeing that the women

had a ride to and from church on Wednesdays

& Sundays & feeling saved themselves doing

their duties so regularly


& Mom in a factory, day in day out; life unorganized,

guilty Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, guilty

Thursday, Friday & Saturday, and especially guilty

Sunday & no man

to drive her to and from


So, yes, I guess you’d say Methodist.

At least that’s what I most


Sandra Inskeep-Fox is a poet, an independent scholar and co-owner of Dorley House books in Clear Spring, Maryland.  Sandra writes poetry, short stories, essays, and keeps voluminous journals. She has been published in the Chaffin Review, Facet, Cimarron Review, Commonweal Magazine, The Big Two-Hearted Review, the Aurorean, the Virginia Woolf Miscellany and others.  She won several contests, including the 1st annual Marquette Monthly Short Story contest, and received Honorable mention in the Best of Ohio writers contests in 2001, 2004 and 2005. She is currently working to complete a manuscript on the creative process of Virginia Woolf and a manuscript of her own Bloomsbury-inspired poetry.

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