We went to a restaurant on the Catskill Creek for lunch
as though it were normal as though this had happened
before and we sat at a table that wasn’t our own, facing the creek,
a young woman in a good mood named Marie
came to our table and we, ordinary as anything, ordered
wine and crab cakes and Asian salad with shrimp and we
heard other people eating too, an appropriate distance away,
talking about ordinary things and I was happy to once again
eat in a restaurant and overhear strangers, one woman in
particular who said to her friend Who Are Those Homo Sapiens?
I Have No Idea her friend replied.