Worse Than the Disease

My second glass of wine
goes down easier
than the first
Chardonnay, if you please
and what if the cure IS
worse than the disease?
number three gets closer
to the top
of the crystal rim
my third glass of wine, that is
no longer the bitter
sting of alcohol on my tongue
yes, it puts me such at ease
I no longer think of
that coffin-like tube, the MRI
life-saving thing that pictures
me inside
which makes a coward out of me
more Chardonnay, if you please,
my cure is worse than the disease...