a cow at the table

“There’s a cow at the table,” I whispered, not wanting to be rude. It’s horns curled like question marks, which seemed quite Apropos Now that I’ve been to college, I can tell you, there’s a lot that I don’t know. But a cow at the table, no matter how well dressed, left me, well, confused. “How do you Dooooo?” I offered, friendships should begin straightforwardly. When it didn’t answer, I thought, “Well this friendship’s starting off awkwardly.” Was it hard of hearing? I wondered. “Have you mooooved here recently?” I asked, loudly. Again, nothing, it just sat there proudly. Did it take my attempt at dialect, as a sign of disrespect? “Would you like some fooood? I asked, “Some hay maybe?” I was guessing, but it was a guest. Some friendships start out slowly, but holy-moley, was this livestock trying to troll me? After some aggravation, and impatience, it turned out to be an elaborate, fraternity initiation. . . Poem Challenge: The surrealist painters Remedios Varo and Leonora Carrington moved to Mexico during the height of World War II, where they began a life-long friendship. Write a poem themed around friendship, with imagery or other ideas taken from a painting by Carrington, and a painting by Varo. . . Based on Leonora Carrington’s painting: “Then We Saw the Daughter of the Minotaur.” www.moma.org/artists/993-leonora-carrington