“Thanksgiving in the Catskills no Cell Reception or Internet” by Tommy Pico
Max and Roy built a fire. Danny
made mushroom tea. Lauren made me
laugh. Chantal made think.
Charles made cookies. Roy made
popcorn. I made jokes that some-
times got people to chuckle, other
times no one could hear me. Christopher
is still chopping and mixing the kitchen.
We are sitting by the fire watching
Dallas. J.R. is a fucking jerk. Lauren said
I look youthful. Chantal agreed—it was
the baseball cap, which they called
a galaxy. Max is making me drink
the tea. I wish there was a kitty.
Chantal loves beautiful women in 80’s
TV. Roy makes cocoa. I am caught up
in the TV show. Not being online makes me
anxious. Max is wrapped up like a mummy.
Danny is quiet, but laughing. Lauren is
stuttering and laughing. Chantal is gesturing.
Charles is quiet, but nice. Christopher
is logical. He packed the car. He and Roy
are a geeky couple and I love it. The whiskey
is going. The glasses are dirty. The fire
is roaring. I’m missing the show.