Heather O'Neill

They live together.

Imitated, spoofed by many a poet.

It's kind of become a game among poets to write a version of this is just to say.

my favorite one is by a poet named Kenneth Coke okay let's hear him 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 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

It really does.

It's an entire novel in three lines.

Yeah.

Sorry I took your money and burned it, but it looked like the world falling apart when it crackled and burned.

So I think it was worth it.

After all, you can't see the world fall apart every day.