I realize this poem is out of season. Found it on a slip of paper in one of my drawers today.
Explaining Only Ruins It
There’s probably something wrong
with the workings of my brain.
I’ve decided to eat antipasta,
while watching Lon Chaney
on the Sunday following Easter.
I’m not even Italian,
I am a fan of Victor Hugo, though,
and I like Italian food,
so it seems appropriate.