a sip or two of wine
made her amorous,
giving me a wink,
batting her lashes
like a movie queen
from another era,
but more than a drink
would put her asleep
on the couch
with pistachio shells
on her blouse.
her fingers red,
her mouth open and
snoring, the tv on.
i'd take her shoes off,
call the restaurant
to cancel our
reservations, then
put a blanket on her.
i'd sit in the other
chair watching tv,
until she woke
up and said,
was I sleeping?
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