How big is this table? How many, and when? Will
I know anyone? I can do grilled chicken. Asparagus.

Something with curry. Nothing fancy, though I can
follow a recipe. Napkins, dishes, knives, forks.

Anxiety and depression, which, like salt and pepper,
should always be passed together. I can fix

a faucet and build a campfire, name the actor in that
one movie, sound like Donald Duck. When he’s angry.

I can rock any baby to sleep, take twenty-minute
naps. Do you need extra chairs?

I can sit on the floor.