I stand up straight,
just like she taught me.

I'm calm.

Collected.

But the table ahead is
hurtling through space,
a thousand miles to
the tick of a clock.

And the tick crawls
slow and alone through
the hairy forest. Oblivious
to the car chase ahead.

I turn the glass upside down
and pour the Cabernet.

Oaky flavours spill to the
floor and consume my world.