CHIANTI

by Nancy P. Davenport

I found that bottle
of chianti

in the cabinet
for cooking

it’s nothing special—
kind of cheap,

actually

I’ve spent the hour,
the day, the week

minutes

ignoring that
it’s in there

seconds

but here it is

in front of me, the
cork pushed in

with the end of
a knife

because I threw away
my corkscrews

and I am

drinking it,

anyway.

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