She was hungry, peaked and breathless “I’m starving” Words meant to manipulate I capitulate “How big is the salami?” “Roll it up with cream cheese, have you ever Had it like that?” I go to the kitchen And carefully, lovingly roll the soft, silky cheese Into slices of bologna. This was not salami. “What the **** is this? This is not salami.” “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realize it until...” “*******, you’re ******. Get out of my face. Now two pieces Of bologna have gone to waste”. I look over gently, “I’m sorry”. She says “shut up, don’t touch me, how could you?” with venom I was guilty of not knowing my lunch meats And wasting the precious cheeses within them.