Maybe no one has posted to this poem because it presents the condition of the woman who has lost her husband, a condition which is primarily inarticulate, one in which the nature of things--as they have changed--has not yet been "accomodated." I understand the "speaker's" desire for the martini, at the poem's end, and didn't she use the word "enbalmed"? I can't see the text as I write this, but it all seems so sudden.