Co-worker #2: A hot one.
Co-worker #1: Like Sylvia Plath.
Co-worker #2: Is that an oven joke? Too soon.
Co-worker #3 (rolling her eyes): Poets are completely impractical. They'd be terrible company on a deserted island.
Co-worker #2: That's true. Imagine being stuck with Emily Dickinson.
Co-worker #3: She'd pray a lot and would not like being outside.
Co-worker #1: Seriously, though... I'd pick Bukowski. He'd be a good time, at least.
Co-worker #2: I feel like he'd try to make some moves.
Co-worker #3: If it's just the two of you on that island there's bound to be some moves.
Co-worker #2: I'd go with Coleridge. Impractical, yes. But the opium!
Co-worker #3: Maybe I'd want to be stranded with William Carlos Williams. He was a doctor.
Co-worker #2: Gary Snyder also wouldn't be a bad choice. He's got backcountry experience. And we could meditate together.
Co-worker #1: I'm sticking with Bukowski. Or Han-shan, for practical reasons.