Dear daughters, I’m standing at the sink eating the last five strawberries. Urgently, greedily. They could be used for someone’s lunch, I think. But the thought is too slow. It’s like a turtle. I can eat much faster than that thought. I can cut the stems off the strawberries and shove the strawberries into my mouth 10x, 100x faster…than the thought. I’m in the middle of a covert act where I must eliminate all the evidence. Leaving a single strawberry is not an option.
A delightful read--the whole piece but I was particularly taken with the first section.
Dear daughters is a wonderful remake of William Carlos Williams’ famous imagist poem “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
lovely as always; thanks for the pick-me-up this morning xxx