Sometimes, Poets Are Jerks

  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to purchase a dishtowel with this William Carlos Williams poem printed on it. Now, every time use towel, I read the poem and think: Who would do that? What an asshole. Then, because, when using the towel, I'm inevitably cooking, or doing dishes... Continue Reading →

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