American Single

hot soft sheets with turned pillow
beginning creations mine not mine
familiar feeling table
full of faceless friends
my eyes are at the head
a filled food basket for feeding 5000
She set it centered out of my reach
silently, no movement, no speech
She removes an american single
crinkling fogged nail-scratch plastic
She sticks the cheese to an engraved silver platter
tip of 12in. carving knife hot steel slices butter
She drinks my water
spatially opposed to their dirt floor coffee
She takes my wrist pulls out of room
hot soft sheets with unturned pillow