It is myself and I again 

in this dark room 

while I sit across the long table from my alter ego 

And she asks me to pass the rolls 

so I pass them 

and then pour the wine. 

And we sit, silent, 

and she bores herself into my eyes 

while I busy myself with the peas. 

I look away 

and she looks away 

and we both long for some dinner music 

to break the silence 

of our hostility.