from "Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams" by Kenneth Koch

[queerbychoice]

I chopped down
the house
that you had been
saving
to live in
next summer.

I am sorry,
but it was morning,
and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams
were so inviting.

. . .

I gave away
the money
that you had been
saving
to live on
for the next
ten years.

The man
who asked for it
was shabby
and the firm
March wind
on the porch
was so juicy
and cold.

. . .

Last evening
we went dancing
and I
broke your leg.

Forgive me.
I was clumsy,
and I wanted you
here in the wards,
where I am the doctor.

(I discovered this via a comment rivka left in mittelschmertz's journal.)