You shook your head
when I told you that as soon as red wine
touches your tongue it flavours
it with a language as bitter as a corked bottle
of Bordeaux.
So I set up a tape recorder in my suit pocket.
You told Emily
her high heels made her look like a slut
I played it to you the next morning at breakfast.
Slut. Rewind.
Slut. Rewind. Slut.
