Tonight's Poet Corner: The Wine Wasn't Even That Good
The Wine Wasn't Even That Good by Belinda Roddie This is not where the cork is supposed to go. Instead of rising to the occasion, it descends, while the Cabernet erupts in a sickly fermented fashion: T-shirts and glasses, carpet and counters. And once you pour the liquid survivors into a carafe, the cork stays, sleeping, in the hollow abyss.