Dionysus Approves
BY ALICIA LAI
Here is a joke: a zucchini walks into a bar, leans
and calls, bartender, a shot of whiskey and a glass
of Chardonnay—and the bartender shivers
and says he is needed by the harbor,
a lemon peel clenched between his teeth.
Ask for Rueda, Bacardi torched cherry,
Galicia by the bottle, but he says he does not
gamble. The spades are after him
the way the Russian mafia drop
by for tea. This could be a good joke,
if it were told in an Armenian marketplace
where children turn to birds. I say I do not like
to gamble and I do not know wines, each
exotic like the girls you cannot keep
—Loire, Reuilly, Chablis. When
he nods, he holds the fluted neck
and pours.