This Is Just To Say

On Sunday night, my over-educated and underslept roommate Ms. Zeffren pulled an all-nighter. On Monday morning, I found the following gloriously erudite note:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten [some]
of the potato dish
that was in
the refrigerator

and which
you were probably
saving
for the week ahead

Forgive me
it was delicious
so flavorful
and so flaky