I will never shrink myself
To a size that makes
You
More comfortable.
In fact,
I will continue to grow
Loudly.

Forgive me; the wine
It melts into my veins
Sends notes of cherries
And chagrin
To my fingers and toes
And don’t get me started
On this whirling head of mine
It seems to be drowning
In something sweet
Something red
But I swear I’m fine