She’s Jewish but she doesn’t like to shop,
avoids the crowds at movies and at malls,
and when she drives she only wants to stop
and be inside the safety of the walls
that she has colonized to be her place.
Her house, her bath, her office, are assigned
to hug and harbor her, and hide her face
so she can ramble safely in her mind.

She’s happiest in sweatpants or a robe;
she understands but seldom chooses style.
And she’s a bona fide agoraphobe
who takes it all the way to claustrophile.
She daily dreams of comfort in her nest.
She likes herself, and home is where she’s best.