(after Bill)
I have eaten
the cakes you had
placed in the fridge last night
that you were hoping to take to market today
for to sell.
I have tossed the notes you wrote
atop the cakes
which told me
with no lack of certainty
to leave the cakes alone.
I have left the dishes
upon which the cakes had been left
in the sink
for someone else to do
when they get home.
And
I have taken this poem
– theme, words and all –
from another.
Forgive me, please.
for those cakes
like the poem
were very good
and very
very easy to steal.
jonberger 