Fungus

Just in case the whole photography business doesn't pan out like I am hoping it will, I thought I would try my hand at poetry. In Junior High I had to do a report on the poet William Carlos Williams (creative name, no?). And I thought his poem about peaches was, well...um, nothing too special, but it made him famous, so I thought it was interesting.

Here is his poem.


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

So in an effort to kill two birds with one stone, I thought I would seek validation from Blaine while also honing my poem writing skills. See, sometimes I do something crazy...like scrub the mutant fungus out of the shower. And it takes all day, and the rest of the house is a mess. Then I get all mad at Blaine when he doesn't notice immediately that I scrubbed the shower. So I figured to be fair to him I would leave him a note taped to the shower. He gives me the validation I need, I practice my poetry, and I don't get mad at him for not noticing. It's what Michael Scott would call a win-win-win.

My note to Blaine...

This is Just to Say

I have scrubbed
the fungus
that was in
the shower

and which
you were probably saving
for a science experiment

forgive me
it was multiplying
and staging a hostile takeover of the master bath
so disgusting
and so unsanitary

Your friend in fending off diseases bourne of soap scum,
Kristi

Win-win-win.