Mind to Taste Bud

Wine in a mug at a party you’d been at for an hour and it still tastes the same as when it was in a wine glass before you left your house.

Fresh: because sometimes your mind talks to your taste buds like they’re trying to be a part of the flavour. Eight drinks in, your mind can talk and your palate can handle a stronger drink.

And when your mind crumples and you no longer taste wine, but sleep;
that’s when the night is done and the morning looks like sipping a Caesar.

 

 

 

Drink me Up

She is the sweet whine
that everyone complains about.
Smooth, hint of pear and
with the strong aftertaste of care.

The style you don’t need refreshed. 

She is the argument
inside your stained soul. 
Wrong. Right. A battle of your bruises
healing now, and that’s what the news is. 



This is the style your needs thirst for.

 

 

Memory Crash

I don’t remember grocery shopping with my Mother last night.

I do remember standing outside a store downtown with a woman I had just met, smoking a cigarette with her. I don’t even smoke.

I don’t remember getting home or even when I left the coffee shop my family was in.
I remember talking to one of my good friends there, and holding their 9 month old. I probably shouldn’t have.

I don’t know how well I did at bowling. Maybe I wiped out or maybe I tripped up the little step.

 

I don’t know where my two water bottles of wine went,

but I can guess.

My Mother Reveals

My mom texted me before I left for her party on Saturday. ‘Jen. Can you come up here.  ‘
I went up to find her in bed in pjs with her makeup and hair all done up. Laying down against the mauve of her pillow and she looked so pretty.

“If you need something to wear I have dresses in the other closet you could wear. I haven’t worn them yet”.
” Ok thanks.
And I start to leave the room.

” oh and
I’m really nervous.”
She’s wringing her hands together.

She continues on:
” Should I have a glass of wine?
Will you come up with me if I have to say a thank you speech?
Can Zeek sit with me to blow out the candles?
Do you have any wine? Will you bring it up?’

There’s frantic and panic in her voice and she looked so beautiful in fear. I felt a glimmer of sorry for her. In what she must be feeling.
And that, she can look so together, and reveal and be so vulnerable. Like she was a little girl all over again.
She let her guard down so I could walk in and see her that way.

She revealed her ability to reveal.

Cookies In The Middle

Last night I had wine down by the river. In a silver thermos.
My friend and I walked the length of a ship that was docked across from a restaurant and we pretended there were doors on the side of the rig. We felt the ropes that tied the boat down. They were the size of my arms.
I stepped in a huge puddle and laughed with the geese. We stood on the playground boat and talked about where the boat would take us. It’s the same boat we stood on over a year ago on the last day I was in town.
I wore all green.
Half a bottle of wine and I was in for a good giggle. We walked to Tim Hortons to meet two other friends. My cheeks were rosy and the lighting in the place made my eyes feel funny.
I think the real purpose of this post is to talk about the three cookies that I ordered. I ordered two at first and set them down in the middle of the table for us all to snack on. I think I got about 4 bites pulled off in total. I gave my friend a toonie to get another one. Because I wanted more than four bites of two cookies. He came back with it and I set it in the middle again. If I wanted to eat it so bad I’m not sure why I did that. I pulled a piece off and we began chatting. Not even one minute later I went to have more of the cookie. There was one piece left. If anyone was looking at my face they would have noticed how surprised I was. I didn’t care much then. I really didn’t.
I thought of my three friends and how low it was to snag so much cookie from me. It’s simple and childish and I shoudn’t have put it in the middle. But I just figured it would be more shared. Like friends do, right?
I expected my friends to let the one that bought the cookie, eat at least half of it.
Anyhow,
I solved all this irritation today by going to Tim Hortons and buying two chocolate chip cookies.I ate them both slowly, and came to the conclusion that I was no longer going to put cookies in the middle of the table.