Dinner Host (the Table’s Ghost)

a fresh corked bottle stands up
in the middle of undressed
table and gathers dust
like dinner guests,

and not a scrap falls below our
level elbows to the unrest
of gaunt n’ roving

but the gristly feast ain’t
over yet, and i know this
cause popped cork
just grazed my
sober head.

image: https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/how-science-saved-me-from-pretending-to-love-wine


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