Aversion to wine

A poem

What if we drank wine in your basement together? 

I’m sorry, that sounds lousy

We could sit in the grass on our orange picnic blanket and eat strawberries and crackers

Or we could go to the library, and just sit, study if you wanted to

We could meditate, below the chapel, but then we wouldn’t speak

The movies are fun sometimes, but there aren’t any good ones out

I know you like to read, there are a few bookstores downtown

or something more formal, like a Saturday night dinner, a Sunday morning brunch

(the type of place where you have to make a reservation)

If you’re busy all day, there’s always the sunset

But it’s cloudy out, and the middle of winter, and the sun says goodbye as quickly as it says hello

In that case, we could watch the stars and try to find constellations 

I know a bit about astrology but it could be underwhelming 

If it’s cold, we can bring blankets and tea and we’ll wear long socks, long sleeves

To protect ourselves from the mosquitos 

When will you realize, darling

that none of that matters to me?

-B