You ever notice the way women
will hold a porcelain tea cup by its handle
but in the chill of morning cradle a mug
with both hands, look out the window while
feeling what is going on inside of themselves. . .
But the construction workers on break
open their thermos and resting
an elbow on a knee hold the cup up
and even lean into it to drink,
reserving energy to swing the hammer again
And the infant doesn’t bother with hands —
snuggles in and chug-a-lugs from the nipple
until sated and droopy eyed,
is ready for a gentle burb.
How easily we know ourselves.