seizing the poison

i had this crazy uncle
who b/c of the
line of business
that he chose
to work in
always had to worry
about someone
poisoning his wine

others would whisper
"how could he live
like that?"

always seated
w/his back
to the wall

staring at his cup
which might contain
his last sip...

i always thought
that type of life
seemed not
too uncommon

to me,
it seemed
a lot like
being in love...