On this lovely
sun-shiny day
she stands with
perfect posture
poised and acute.
Although, it’s difficult
to concentrate
and remain collected.
The twinge she feels
devours her heart
like a lurching predator
waiting to slay her.
She glances at her watch
again, again, and again…
She continues to wait for sunset
so she can unwind and release
and forget life’s demands!
Yes, nightfall…
the vertex of her day
when she eagerly accepts
her pseudonym: Oenophile.
And suitably so
painstakingly consuming
every glass until
once again…inebriated
inept at walking, yet
effortlessly emaciated.