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.