Interior
So many verticals, and
How every object is a bar
To thought, the table
Not cleared away.
An emptied wineglass
White windows reflect in
Billowing like sails.
Plate of the finished meal—
Knife; salt; the seated body
Opposite suddenly adding up
To two glass eyes
In as many dimensions, depth
Just a change from large to small.
Afternoon begins indirectly
With brine burns of light
From behind. Nothing can stop it.