Wine and Anxiety

Wine and Anxiety

Should we go for a drink?

It’s the same as asking you to tell me about your day and I tell you about mine.

Daylight is scarce, dinner will do fine.

Even when sharing a bottle of wine, the conversation stays as dry as merlot.

Why can’t I talk to you?

Here I am with nothing but penetration to a page.

The words flow easy.

I can only contain myself on paper.

Am I nothing more than a limit of page to page.

The safety net between covers.

If I tell you my sins will you tell me another?

I’m trapped between the margins and I want nothing more than for you to read between the lines.

Top it off, more wine?

Another glass, another minute another word?

Anything is fine.