she sniffs the cork,
closing her eyes,
then takes a mouthful
of the small pour
the waiter has so carefully
measured out
in a tall glass, she
gargles the dollop
of wine,
sloshes it around
her tongue,
between her teeth,
makes a clucking noise,
sucking in her cheeks,
then spits it all out.
I love it she says,
leave the bottle.
you look at your white
shirt, speckled with
red wine.
it's all about her
these days.
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