Tuesday night I dream

I go to an all you can eat

restaurant. The waiter says to take

a seat and brings out large platters:

pastries, chicken and potatoes. 
Extra food keeps appearing on the table:

schmaltz and fishcakes that my sidekick brings

out from her many bags. The waiter rushes

past, sets down an ice cream sculpture

in the shape of Macbeth’s head with a clatter.

‘After this you leave’ he says, noticing all

the extra food my companion is adding

to prolong our stay. We eat and eat. 
At the counter the waiter writes the bill: $13 041.

My friend takes the bill and writes

a big 0 on it. The waiter says ‘this is NOT

on the house’ and she writes

the 0 again. The waiter shows us a form

to say we are banned from going

to that restaurant again. Wednesday night

I dream my psychiatrist instructs me

to wrap my feet in parsley.