This morning, my roommate confessed to taking one of my plums from the fridge, not before prefacing it with this poem by william carlos williams. I’d happily accept a poetry recitation in exchange every time.
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
