Trouble with wine

Wine bleeds
through the cork—
corkscrew
broken in its meat

If we were at home
this wouldn’t be
a problem



I’d grab my Phillips
screwdriver;
thrust it in
until red
sprayed
like a
jugular

But we’re not at home

“Do you have another?”
I ask, softy

Hoping our host can
accommodate,
so I’m not
forced
to show;
my savage side.


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