rebottled wine

I don't understand the resources
around this house. This paper towel's
been sitting there for some time
now. For some purpose? Dedicated?
How? Too much
has streamed down bottleneck
run over hand, the other holds
a long-stemmed glass
poured too much in

enjoyment's past
so back you go
for later sin
debauchery. That chardonnay's
got overwrought and cluttered
notes of butter, oak

right now, it don't mean
ought to me. But later

it could mean a lot. I hope
I haven't lost too much. Dear bottle, you

are all I've got. Let's raise this tall
round green-hued glass to light
- ah, yes. More than enough

tomorrow's toast.