She was hungry, peaked and breathless
Words meant to manipulate
“How big is the salami?”
“Roll it up with cream cheese, have you ever
Had that before?”
I go to the kitchen
And carefully, lovingly roll the soft, silky cheese
Into slices of bologna.
This was not salami.
“What the fuck is this? This is not salami.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realize it until...”
“Fuck off, you’re stupid. 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.