Dinner.
Dinner was beef and a shined knife.
Crystal, silver, linen tablecloth so
draped precisely--
so slivered, so round.
Instinctively, I knew.
I knew everything, including glass bowl with floating posy
doily made of lace.
Instinctively, I knew faces composed of ravenous
and shut, bitter and cool, lima bean pallor in a bowl.
Roast crust makes red only smaller and lovely.
Fabulous beige popping blisters.
I didn't know myself, but everything else
had beauty and sound.