Sevenling (over chips and salsa and beer) (published in American Poetry Journal, Winter/Spring 2007)
Over chips and salsa and beer he tells me, “I’m done with her.
I’m done with her pity-me tears,
her call me everynights, her please tell me you love mes.”
Under the table I spin the ring
that encircles my newly engaged finger–
I understand his need to lie.