Monday, January 25, 2010
Gloating lesson #2: One should not brag that he is impervious to the germs of his wife and child
As I stood in the bathroom doorway tonight watching Chuck puke his brains out, the poet William Carlos Williams suddenly appeared to me. He said, "Mrs. Mullet, screw the wheelbarrow. It's time for a rewrite."
I give you:
The White Toilet
so much depends
glazed with clammy
who was supposed to
take out the garbage.
Dammit! I hate taking out the garbage.
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