I Began to Imagine a Party

For example, a few weeks ago, I began to imagine a party that we could all throw in honor of Dionysus. Because I imagined it—people up above really are so deficient in the true skills of the imagination—and I planted the seed of the idea in an errant Naiad’s thoughs, the Maiads and Naiads threw a magnificent party. The pinot noirs and burgundies inspired delight in everyone who came.

But, the next day, there were faces—faces and groans. And even curses. “We knew—we knew, Dionysus, that we couldn’t trust you to leave us alone.”

“My head, my head….”