But the name does not matter,
this is a spoon The spoon and
table are just things. I know that,
Alec replies to my mom.
Several of us are eating at DQ with
my youngest nephew. My nephew,
thirteen year old Alec just finished
his middle school choir concert.
We try to understand Mom, sometimes I tell him.
The object is still useful.
Alec turns to his mom and says
Mom, you’re a spoon.
His mother replies, Thank you.
Nicole Taylor lives in Eugene, Oregon. She has been an artist, a dancer, a hiker, a poetry note taker, a sketcher, a volunteer and a dancer. Her poems have been published in Boneshaker: A Bicycling Almanac, Cirque Journal, Clackamas Literary Review, Just Another Art Movement Journal – dance poems to New Zealand, West Wind Review, and others. You can read her poetry at Oregon Poetic Voices.