lately
I've been fantasizing about
our brunches
I see it so clearly
like
the Algonquin Round Table of brunches
I've never once had a desire
to hostess
but
somehow
in my fantasy
it's like a big nurture the future thing
and we are like
this great couple
this makes me think of Gertrude Stein
but
maybe my role in this
is a lot more Alice B. Toklas-ish
and
I'm not really sure how I feel about that
but
regardless
somehow the fact that it's a fuckton of work
just gets ignored
it's a salon, baby