William Carlos Williams wasn´t married to my wife

by Neil McCarthy

This is just to say, she says, I´ve eaten the fucking plums.

I also went to town on the cheese: you´re welcome.

I finished off the risotto and we´re out of milk.

I hope the spring rolls were still good. They were, right?

I also hope you weren´t saving the wine for anything.

Next time you go across the street, we need more bread.

Grab some more cereal too, because we´re all out.

Did you want the olives? You didn´t want the olives.

They were fucking delicious. So salty and so cold.