She snatched it up before it touched the ground,
Wine lights my veins. Her eyes, tears tracked slime.
She knows which side her bread is buttered on.
Red sicklysweet this morning. Sour. I steady myself.
Shimmering in the sun, cognac brown, sometimes reddish-rum.
Extract, a slice of processed prey. Black cat tail-tip white
Minutes worth of ash remain, bending with an orange
Glow. Serpentine blue smoke aromatic - flow.
Thin - sterilized milk drains my coffee
I return to bed and read.
No intention to sleep.