Treasure Island

Robert Rorabeck

(04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Ten Dollar Wine


I bend and swig:
Bend and swing—
Like some monolithic contraption
That still has to go to school
Tomorrow—
And I realize that I had other muses,
Positively delightful
Both before and
After you—
And I have been to China—
It is where I got my wife.
She is in the other room
Humming,
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.

Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013
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