Do you know what?

For once, my mind's a blank.

I got a submission for Open Pages the other week, this page, and in her sig file was one of my favourite poems, one I had forgotten, This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

I seem to recall that this was an actual note that he left on the fridge for his wife. I wonder if it lost its charm after the fifth or sixth poem.

I have eaten
the bacon
that was in
the crisper
that you were saving
for your BLT

Forgive me
I could't stop myself
and ate it in an omelette
at midnight

You can have
a plain tomato sandwich
for lunch instead
or possibly Cheerios

P.S. I also finished
the last piece
of cake
and we're out of milk

"William Carlos Williams will you stop eating everything in the damn fridge every night! I don't care if that's your inspiration, you're just gonna have to find something else to write about! O, I don't know, the fucking red wheelbarrow, I don't care!!"

Today's horoscope:
Enduring excitement is a possibility, but a critical eye could set up roadblocks. Focus on what you love in a partner for best results.

One year ago today:
Why am I the only person who buys a newspaper around here?

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