"Hot Meals, Biology" from What Kind of Woman, Kate Baer
I was walking through Target with two rambunctious boys, mind running a million miles a minute, “almond milk, diapers size 5, tortillas…” when I glanced over at the bookshelf. In big bold letters I saw WHAT KIND OF WOMAN, KATE BAER.
Poetry.
I put that book in my cart so fast.
When I got home, we got through dinner and bedtime. I cozied up on the corner of my couch and let the pages dance through my fingers.
This poem caught my attention and I wanted to share it with you.*
Hot Meals, Biology
My husband does not like poetry. The
soft, ambling words with no beginning
or strong, reliable end. Instead he likes
more certain things: hot meals, biology,
the feel of the putting green.
What he doesn’t know is how much the
touch of his baby’s skin or the way his
mother forms his favorite pie, thinking
about the morning he was born, is all a
verse. A covert melody.
*This work was published with permission from the author, Kate Baer