My Short Stories

Fiction

Poem by Lee Su Min

The Ideal Wife

You don’t have to cook for me

The washer will take care of all my clothes

I have the keys to come in

You need not wait up for me

“Then what am I here for?" she asked

“To make submissions,” he said

And then he opened the door

And walked into the bright sunlight

I heard the car engine

And instantly realized

That I am actually his car

At least I still have the certificate in the drawer

Am I worth only forty-one thousand dollars?