glistens through the wine
in the glasses and moves into
our bones and warms us, we laugh
at the water on the table as it leaps
to the floor. it wiggles through the
cracks that run like streams. we will
die happy. we will die with smiles on
our wrinkled faces.
Robert Isaac Brown is the author of Lake Horatio, a collection of short stories, and of the poetry collection Identities. He currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana.