martinis,
and we get past the part
about her being
a cheerleader
and that she can still fit
into her uniform,
it's all downhill from there.
she begins to leak out information.
she's never
had a job.
she has no money.
she has several personality
disorders
and sees three therapists
weekly.
she's a vegan.
her second husband,
twenty years her senior,
is a convicted felon.
her son
has never worked or
had a girlfriend and has
lived in
the same room
for thirty years in his
father's house.
her last boyfriend
of ten years was
married
and looked like Santa Claus.
her father sexually abused
her as a child.
her rescue dog bit her on
the arm.
she shows me the scar.
she doesn't own
a car
and she's afraid of the dark.
and oh, i'm not really blonde,
she says
as she digs a fork into her arm.
quickly i raise
my hand to the waiter
and yell out,
check please.
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