the weekend cook

I pour the red
wine

into the stew, then take
a swig

from the bottle.
I turn on the music.

some rhythm and blues.

b.b. king.
and the rest.

it puts me in a sweet
melancholy

mood.

I turn off my phone so
that I don't

do anything stupid,
like texting

something i'll regret
in the morning.

I stir the stew, I sing.
maybe tomorrow

i'll put clothes on
and go outside.