the chardonnay IV

when I met her
she had an IV line coming
from a chardonnay bottle
into her arm.
the bottle was in a bucket of ice,
but on a pole
so that she could roll
it around
as she went about her house.
I made
us dinner, she said.
it's in the oven.
I had it last night, but
the second day it's even better.
you like salmon,
don't you?
it's atlantic salmon,
wild.
never frozen, except by
me for a week or so.
can I pour you a glass
of wine,
this bottle i'm working on
is just about done.
she taps the side of the bottle,
tipping it to get the last
drop into her arm.
I have a crate
in the cellar from total wine
that was on sale
the other day.
do you mind getting another
bottle for me?
i'll check on the fish,
and start
to boil the spinach.