Write a poem about mothers. I got inspired by this exchange.
Boy: Mom could you iron my shirt please?
Mom: No. Why?
Boy: Because you’re my mother.
Another one bites the dust.
Then take out the volume of poetry you’re reading, and quote one line from one of the poems. Why? Me: Because this is how poetry works. You: OK.
My quoted line, “our boy ate quite a pile of acid one time”, is taken from August Kleinzahler’s poem, “Green Sees Things in Waves”.