Monday, March 28, 2011

food thief

This is Just to Say

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

-William Carlos Willaims
(can you fit any more "william's" into that name??)


This succinct little poem from today's American lit. readings brought me a bit of humorous personal reflection because of its seamless application to past dissident behavior on my part (specifically: an occasional food kleptomaniac habit). As a precursory measure, let it be known that I have followed the steps of repentance and feel a clear conscience concerning the early years of my BYU experience. That being said, let it also be known that I have not always been the picture of roommate perfection. During the winter semester of freshman year, one of my roommates, surely acting in justified fear of juice thievery (budding from previous violations), would mark the liquid line on her bottle of apple juice after pouring herself a glass. This was done in order to show herself (as well as the other five sharing the square footage of the refrigerator) how she was progressing in the personal consummation of her juice and also to be sure that no one else was partaking. Upon seeing this action (her marking of the bottle), a little fire of unwarranted indignation sparked within me. How dare she passively call me out for my previous infringements with those Sharpied lines! Indeed I was guilty and deserved a more severe lashing than that of restrictive black marking, but the rebellious imp within won over still: One day, finding the apartment empty, I took a glassful of her juice and drank deeply. I then filled the bottle to her previously marked line with tap water.

Forgive me
Your juice and my
unjustified indignation
were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.


(p.s. NPR did their own spoof on this poem in the last 7 mintues of this episode, though the last few are a little dark; here is another form)

3 comments:

  1. I did the same thing with marking my milk. But one week, unintentionally (ha ha), I left my milk for much too long. ALL of my roommates tried to use it, and ALL of them found out that sadly, it was so rotten it was chunky.

    Strangely enough, they never tried to use my milk again...

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  2. oh my goodness that is hilarious! You are so scandalous Laurel :)

    Incidentally:

    indigence - a state of extreme poverty or destitution (I think you meant indignation?)

    Also, we should have a FLSR reunion, now that you and Jacqueline are back!

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  3. yes, lydia. although i am nearing indigence, at the moment i was only indignant.
    :]

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