Expecting

She met him at the bar

for an extra-dirty martini

drowning in

premeditated

resentment

He looked in her eyes~

outwardly normal;

internally fatal~

while stirring whiskey in his coffee

She glanced aside

and then ignored

his permanent state

of denial

His words dripped slowly

with the honey consistency

of sweetened condensed milk:

"You serious about this?"

She considered

the moment

before nodding consent

to his inevitable

tearing reply:

"But...

babies are so...

distracting,

is all."

The silence screamed

things she wouldn't say

and since nothing

was drying anyway

she downed her martini

and mutely walked away.

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Thanks to my collaborators for providing random phrases for this poem (whether they knew it or not). I'm nothing without my friends! (Jeff, Ami, Jason, Glennda, Jessie, Kirsten, Melanie, Eric, & Cat)