conversation with young jewish girl b.1930

It is sideways
my eyes adjust to plate’s glow
and you are lit up in the display

I cannot see what goes in the periphery—
With no reference
black spots are inferred as staring eyes

He does better in things
I’ve no idea about,

with imminence;
the search closes,

the eyes,
the small room, enclose

the plate’s frozen glow—
streams flow and then stop—

leaving empty cartons of juice
and whatever else could not be taken.