Erica Jong - Woman Enough lyrics

Because my grandmother's hours were apple cakes baking, & dust motes gathering, & linens yellowing & seams and hems inevitably unraveling I almost never keep house though really I like houses & wish I had a clean one. Because my mother's minutes were s**ed into the roar of the vacuum cleaner, because she waltzed with the washer-dryer & tore her hair waiting for repairmen I send out my laundry, & live in a dusty house, though really I like clean houses as well as anyone. I am woman enough to love the kneading of bread as much as the feel of typewriter keys under my fingers springy, springy. & the smell of clean laundry & simmering soup are almost as dear to me as the smell of paper and ink. I wish there were not a choice; I wish I could be two women. I wish the days could be longer. But they are short. So I write while the dust piles up. I sit at my typewriter remembering my grandmother & all my mothers, & the minutes they lost loving houses better than themselves & the man I love cleans up the kitchen grumbling only a little because he knows that after all these centuries it is easier for him than for me.