Invitation

I have picked mushrooms in the woods

And hunted truffles like a pig, 

Marinated all of it

In a barbecue sauce

To make a hearty, aromatic stew,

For you to come home to.

I got the recipe from a Roman Jewish maid

Who stayed in France after the war.

She told me it was the one

That Esau gave up his inheritance for.

And in that vein, my hope’s

Construed, that you’ll give up

Your work for the day,

To come, break bread, and sup with me,

And lose yourself, for the small eternity 

Known universally as “tonight.”

-jenn