a scenic view

nervous,
you bite your
lip,
rattle your legs
beneath
the table.
sweat
grows under
your arms.
a bead or two
rolls
down
your forehead.
she's just a girl.
okay.
a woman.
you've been down
this road
before.
yes. but not with
this kind
of scenic view.
you need another
drink,
or two.