(Still taking the excellent sleeping pills. And sleeping)
In last night’s dream I invited my Penn South Writers Class
(we will meet on ZOOM tonight) to come to dinner
In My Apartment and I was so happy they were All Coming Over
texted the Good Chicken Guy from the Farmers Market asked
him to bring me two fresh roosters for coq au vin and I started
cooking three days before marinating the rooster
in a wonderful red wine a case of wine for dinner
two big berry tarts and artisanal ice cream but the best part
was they walked through this door sat all over the living room
this is not a big apartment perfect for people coming to dinner
and we told stories able at long last to do
the simplest thing of all to eat dinner together right here.
Esther. It would have been great! We would have all worn our finest.