down the rabbit hole

[bob68]

She told me over dinner one evening
that I should switch to white wine—
less tannins and calories, she claimed.

I smiled and shook my head,
a vintage cabernet stubbornly clinging
to my bleached white teeth.

The next day I found a couple bottles
of chardonnay chilled in the fridge,
a note tethered to one’s neck
that read Drink Me!

I did not.
Four months later,
we signed divorce papers
and she packed her things.

I drank the chardonnay that last night,
dizzied by the herringbone pattern
of the old parquet floor, and I wondered
what would happen if I ate our frozen cake top.

This is good stuff. I can't see anything I would change. Maybe a few nit picks, but it's not even worth mentioning. I know people expect some crit. but if it's right, it's right. I say pack it up in an envelope and send it out with the morning mail. Well done. Bravo.