Imagining Myself for You I am imagining myself much older, a housewife bustling in a kitchen, my hair a little longer and a bit frizzy from oven and steam, my aproned waist plumper than it is currently. I am making soup, and bread, and vegetable something,the kitchen smells pleasantly but not overpoweringly of food. Whose wife am I here? It takes two to keep up this kind of make-believe, to exist in this co-created fantasy. To have one person's only concern be work, and let the other worry about the home. Not that either is more important but how do you get it to work? Do you switch off every three years or what?  ¶ 10:57 PM