Stick looked up from the fridge, disappointed. “Oh, are we all out of pears?”
“Um. Yeah.” I said, “Well, there was only one left… were you saving it?”
“Yes.”
“Forgive me
It was delicious
so sweet
and so cold.”
“Better vocab through poetry class still going well, then?”
so much depnds on poems…our red wheel barrow was glazed with rain water beside the white chairs….
William Carlos Williams is an accepted mode of communication at my house! Beautifully done . . .
Thanks! I love that poem so much, it turns “oops” into an art form.
If I ever retorted with something like that, Phil would be like, “Huh? What?”
Haha! I think that’s a testament to how long I’ve been dating Stick…