label on a bottle of malbec

whoever drinks this
will believe whatever
the night tells them.
the night will say things
that oughtn’t be known,
the night is made of
expletives that were typed
over and over and over
until they turned the sky black.
the night only has one period
and that is the moon.
whoever drinks this
will stand outside, at night,
looking up and talking
to skyscrapers
in the windy language
that skyscrapers use.
then walk alone for blocks and blocks,
chitchatting with passing intersections
and brightly lit stairwells.