For All the Things That Cannot be Changed

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For All the Things That Cannot be Changed

When I set the table tonight, I left you 
a bread knife to slice the turkey. 
It appears as if
I've misplaced the carving tools, then put out
the rough and rumpled linens whose fibers resist 
the iron. Fragility of mind, no doubt.                      Absence (?)
I forgot the butter for your place setting,
while an ample glass of Prosecco welcomes my hand;    but (?)
you're going to have to reach over me
for those potatoes. A heavy gravy 
keeps the table runner pinned;
smooth and dark, it covers all sins.      I wonder if some different adjectives would be good here; smooth and dark could also refer to the gravy, or is it the gravy?
it covers all sins.

My 2 cents.

TqB