I like naming things; maybe you do, too. I have a velvet chair named Daisy (it was my friend’s chair first; when she was young it was orange, but now it’s faded to a golden yellow), and once we had fish named Dunder, Mifflin, Don Draper, Giles, and Admiral Ackbar.
Lisel Mueller’s poem “Things” points out the ways in which, over time, we’ve named parts of objects after ourselves. It reminds me a bit of Heather McHugh’s poem “Etymological Dirge” in the way it offers us a new way to think about words we use every day.
What’s your favorite poem about an everyday object?
Rosemary and Reading Glasses 
This image looks suspiciously like a few quotes on someone’s Instagram account đ đ
Love this poem! Wish I could answer your question. I’d say The Red Wheelbarrow but that poem can get bent.
Whose Instagram? I would check that out. (I think the only quotes on mine are the ones tatooed on me.)
Why so harsh re: Dr. Williams?
Haha, if it’s totally coincidental that’s so strange. Look at my Instagram account. I made quotes that have the exact visual format as this. Kinda funny!
I just hate all the meaning attributed to that poem. Drives me crazy.
That is similar! Nice fonts over there. Totally coincidental; since this new wp theme uses featured images, I’m forcing myself to learn a little bit of design.
Great minds, right?
Totes, yo.
Oh, I love, love this one!
I’m so glad!