A Little Red

a little red in the wrong glass
nights like these, i don’t like the stems
but it sips right
it’s just me and it’s early
its getting late
the dog is pacing, pawing at every wall
so am i 

it’s nice like this
but sometimes i just
want to make it through a night
without the longing 
of another life
stiff in the winter arms 
of the trees across the street