Blackberry Wine 

Kate Castello

you’re the last sip of blackberry wine

before I turn in for the night:

selfish and languishing as I am

I’m not running out of time

but breath in my lungs

it keeps getting pulled out by your gentle touch

on the wood of my porch

in the morning the trees

and gray sky will bear down on me

so sit with me a little longer

tell me your stories again

our bodies were not built to endure

but to fall apart, piece

by piece

forming the dirt underneath

if I could only break the window between us

and fully place myself in your hands

I wouldn’t have to settle for sips of wine

between words