Mother's Five-Minute Call
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
She says the call will take five minutes.
This is not a measurement.
It is a genre.
First comes the weather.
Then a cousin I have never met.
Then the correct way to store tomatoes.
At minute twenty-three,
she says she must let me go,
adds one final important thing,
and begins a second call
without either of us hanging up.
61 words · 11 lines · Free Verse