Bordeaux 2000 Deconstructed
The whole year lacks tension someone says,
but not for the spider who comes up
from the cellar on the bottle of Bordeaux,
not for someone else who kills it by
staining the label with tiny organisms.
Someone is talking about the German
who cut up a Craigslist volunteer and ate
him with a South African Red—said
the man’s skin tasted like pork and spirit
improved his English. Too rich, someone said.
Shoulda had a Bordeaux, someone said.
Tonight we all know something small
about self-destruction; Sandy is eating
her fingernails while Joe dumps his wife’s call
and I was avoiding the growth that comes
from tension, too, just writing little notes
about parts of people. Tiny organisms
of tannins stain the bottom of the glass
as if saying who cares if it’s too rich,
just chew.
Originally Published by: Puerto Del Sol