She Said Poetry is for Mothers

The coffee is hot for a third time And maybe I’ll get in a sip She said poetry is for mothers Because it can be done in the spaces between After one pees on the carpet Before the other grabs a hammer After quelling the high pitches Before picking up the same mess Poetry is grout around tiles of time The naming in moments of quiet (And quiet is counted in moments) So I’ll have to reheat Because this was my sip {“she” is the gorgeous Elizabeth Alexander with whom I may begin a love affair in words – her inspiring interview here}