Simon Mermelstein


Vanilla Icebox

(apologies to Williams and Van Winkle)

Stop! Collaborate and listen
Let me inform you that your plums are missin
Someone (me) has been stealing them nightly
I ate your plums cuz they all said “bite me”
Will I ever stop? Yo, I don’t know
My appetite for stone fruit continues to grow
To my wife, I write a note of apology
Soon that note will be part of mythology

Ice, ice baby, too cold
Those plums taste nice, nice, baby, so cold, so cold

So cold

Simon Mermelstein‘s poetry has appeared in Spillway, Freezeray, RHINO, Atlanta Review, Drunk in a Midnight Choir, I-70 Review, Third Wednesday, The MacGuffin, Hawai’i Pacific Review, and about a fat dozen other places of note. After working in the Writing Center at Washtenaw Community College for 11 years, he is now Michigan’s Oldest Undergraduateā„¢, and teaches Poetry and Life Writing classes at the Ann Arbor Senior Center. And in case you can’t tell, he was a longtime regular contributor to the late, great Parody Poetry Journal. Thanks to Forgive Me For Plumposting on Facebook, and Sara Jane Trattner for the title “Vanilla Icebox.”