day 11: the cab-sauv and the giant

The cab-sauv and the giant--
The lipstick and the triumph--
Is only my pipe-dreaming,
Complete with f'reflies gleaming.
You're sitting there with lager,
Sitting somewhere, I'll wager,
Constant guffaws flowing from
Your mouth, which they're fixed upon--
The f'reflies with pearly whites
While I, at home, with all lights
On, am stumbling 'round the chairs--
Alone, avoiding all stares.
So, so, it goes: this glass of
Red,
Goes down
Like blood.

The end.

-Dana Winter