Member Poem

Zinfandel

Why does red wine make you cry?

The space for response is left
empty as he sticks his nose
into the glass and pretends
to be one of those people
who is distinguished.

What was meant:
I wish I could tell you more about this.

The response of her eyes:
I know it’s hard.

4 AM has him curl on the floor
cradling knees in arms and
raising his glass to the picture
resting on his squalid desk.

Look at me now, dad.

And he drinks.