Previously: Texts From William Carlos Williams.
this is just to say
i have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
but when i opened it again later
the plums were back
as if they had never left
only this time
they were
glowing slightly
this is just to say
i have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
they hummed as i bit them
but i could not stop
forgive me
i felt so strange
i feel strange now
this is just to say
i have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and i cannot get
the juice off of my lips
i cannot wipe it off
what were the plums for
what were you saving them for
i cannot clean it off
i have buried
the plums
that were in
the icebox
i have buried them
i have buried them
i can hear the ground humming
the icebox is not empty
the house is humming too
forgive me
please forgive me
this is just to say
please don’t worry about the plums
that were in
the icebox
they were normal
everything was normal about them
when you get home
you’ll see
that i am normal too
i have saved you the plums
that were in
the icebox
there are plenty
for you to eat too
My heart is filled with joy.
William Carlos WIlliams by way of Welcome to Night Vale.
I was just thinking that! This is basically the lovechild of my two favorite twitter feeds (NightValeRadio and JustToSayBot).
ALIEN PLUMS. Or maybe just from Monsanto.
oh lawd. I like these ones even better!
I’m not quite sure why, but these strongly remind me of the “Tomacco” episode of “The Simpsons.”
Well that’s freaky.
I kind of skim-read this the first time, and it was good. And then I reread it and now I am CREEPED OUT. Don’t eat those plums, text recipient! DON’T DO IT.
This is just to say
That I have eaten
The plums
That were
In the icebox
And if you
Are looking
For me,
I’m squatting
out back
In the yard,
Waiting for the
Pits to sprout,
Grow into a tree
And give us fruit
For decades to come
so much depends
upon the red wheelbarrow
filled with plums from the icebox
oh no the chickens are eating them
so much depends
upon the red
wheelbarrow
the red
chickens
the red
everywhere
all
red
Monday happyfeel. No mean feat.
…possibly the best thing I’ve ever read. You make my major in Poetry totally worth the lack of career prospects 🙂