Ten Dollar Wine - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
I bend and swig:
Bend and swing—
Like some monolithic contraption
That still has to go to school
And I realize that I had other muses,
Both before and
And I have been to China—
It is where I got my wife.
She is in the other room
And in another month we
Will have a child—
While I drink ten dollar wine
And try not to disrupt her happiness
As I get to my penny-ante art for
A little while—reading lines
I thought for you, the one who stole
My heart, before realizing that they
Were the woman who
Stole my heart beforehand.
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