Wine Night
Shannon Heylin
Jon rocks back and forth on the ground
Sipping on a mixture of red and white wine
Filled to the brim in a floral teacup that
He cradles like a baby bird
Emily hovers on the edge of the pink couch
Taking discreet hits of her pen
In between enthusiastic comments and laughter
Liz lounges back into the cushions next to Emily
Protectively grasping the stemmed wine glass
The moon hovers above the yellow house
Full and content
Shining protectively over the moment
Suddenly, Liz and Emily are possessed, by the music, to stand
Jon is in the corner of the room giggling
Observing the two scream Taylor Swift
Cheering on their clumsy dancing
The studio apartment is filled with heavy humid air
And a subtle scent of weed.
The occasional gust of the cool summer breeze enters
Through the windows, upsetting the resting curtains.
Empty wine bottles and glasses clutter the coffee table
Candy hearts stuck between the couch cushions
Saltine crumbs sprinkled across the table
And burrowed between the blue carpet fibers
I desperately attempt to hold on to the moment
The mischievous grin on Jon’s face as
He lovingly argues with Liz
She stands defensively in a faded, well-loved, The Doors t-shirt,
And chaotically colorful mismatched socks
The ceiling slopes low
As the conversations die down
The music softens
And coy smiles and empty glasses
Make the decision it’s time to walk home
Shannon Heylin majored in visual arts, concentrating in painting, at Mason Gross School of the Arts, class of 2021. She is from Barrington, IL, a northwest suburb of Chicago. Writing is her way of expressing her feelings and experiences when it cannot be captured in a single painting.