—Really wish I was a peace activist right now.
—Why, for the tax breaks?
—Peace activists get special tax breaks?
—I thought they did. Maybe they don’t.
—I don’t think they do. I think the biggest perk to being a peace activist is occasional free lentil soup from potlucks.
—That sounds pretty yummy.
—It is! Garam masala and roasted carrots, yum.
—I know, so yummy.
—And all that shit is vegan.
—I know! Yum.
—Although can I make a confession the other day at Paul’s I had some of this frittata?
—So yummy though. The olives were from Israel.
—So should we talk about these poems?
—OK. Let’s start with yours.
—Oh no! [Laughter]
—Your poems are amazing.
—No they’re not.
—They are! They’re like Rilke.
—Shut up! I’ve actually never read Rilke.
—Read his poems. They’re amazing!
—I know OK!
—I have constructive criticism. All the raven imagery is bullshit.
—I know, I already cut those parts.
—Oh really OK well I don’t have any other comments actually so now let’s talk about mine.
—OK. My main thing was I don’t like poems about rape.
—Wait, did you get that my poem wasn’t about sexual assault?
—The poem is about rape, or Brassica napus, a bright yellow flowering member of the family Brassicaceae (mustard or cabbage family).
—Fuck, I actually read the poem over the weekend at my mom’s cabin which doesn’t have internet so I couldn’t look it up!
—You couldn’t look it up on your phone?
—You’re right, I should have. I’m sorry.
[The oven’s electronic timer beeps, signaling the “ontological arrival” of the “popovers”]