Is it the cauliflower or the despair? Is it the cucumber I ate or the years apart? The crappy walnuts and the boiled lentils or the cinnamon thoughts about you, that camp in my stomach and make me cringe and whistle and writhe in the little sofa I have for a bed? I will be ready very soon, ready for new visits, I will lay the bed, make the table and wait. I have cooked cauliflower and boiled eggs.