lunch time

she says to me,
i'll never get
married again.
not ever. i'm done
with marriage, i
mean why have
a business contract
for an emotion,
in fact i'm sick
of love. i don't
even know what love
is anymore. i've
been lied to so
many times, cheated
on and left hung
out to dry that
i've lost my faith
in men. all of them,
the handsome ones,
the plain ones,
rich and famous,
who cares. i take
it one day at a
time now. one day
at a time.
she then looked at
me and waited for
my response. and i
said, hey, i'm
starving, let's go
grab some lunch,
okay?