"I just wanted you...

"...to know, patti"

I say holding the glass, its ice cubes dancing around
and blowing my cover.

i want to pull it into my mouth.
the whole glass
crunch down on its crystal ridges and swallow the peices whole.

that would be comforting.
more than this.
this moment where you are looking with huge russet eyes and a shocked white cheek.

You look as if i've just confessed to murder.
this is suicide i know, it's nail biting, loose sleep, hair pulling agony waiting for you to respond.

i take the drink, parying it's laced with something that will paralyze me, vaporize me, or at the very least turn me into a small insect with extream squashability.

finally, your lips part and you beem a smile.
"Is it gone?" you ask still licking your teeth?

...