This is the first in a series about famous poets writing poetry to one another like they are middle school sweethearts or something. It is so fucking cute I had to draft it with my finger, using my own sugary vomit as ink.
William Carlos Williams to Jane Kenyon:
The color of light blue pills
Hang from a line
In the brown yard
Clouds form on the horizon
Jane Kenyon to William Carlos Williams:
The sparrow outside the window
Has only an inkling
Of what goes on inside.
You hunch as if to receive a snap,
Wrist deep inside a plump woman
Who grows more plump each day.
She feels strange for it, ill at ease,
But your thoughts are elsewhere,
With the sparrow.