by Beth Cortez-Neavel
You said to me once
that you didn’t like poetry.
Music rearranges space and time,
It transcends language and erases boundaries.
It conveys wisdom without words,
Conveys meaning with a measure.
And you were right –
I concede on that point –
poetry can be just a masturbatory inside joke
between the poet and the paper.
But still –
that was not a very convincing argument
against the importance of using proper grammar
in your e-mails.