Thursday, April 1, 2010

Spring Cleaning

I submitted a poem to The New Yorker, but they rejected me. It is a William Carlos Williams knockoff:

This is just to say
I have obliterated all evidence
of the homemade pierogies
your ex-girlfriend left in the freezer.

Forgive me
they were frost burned and dehydrated
and the garbage can looked so enticing.

1 comment:

  1. It's also a little female Bukowski without the drunkenness and poor hygiene.