“I had to call my husband two days after our wedding
to tell him I’m a lesbian.”

She tells me this
as she ***** on a cigarette,
and I get a vivid image
of something else at her lips.

I must have looked stupid,
like I needed an explanation or something,
gaping at her with my hand
jammed in the belly of my purse,
too shocked to continue my search
for gum.

She takes another drag;
smirks as she exhales through her nostrils.

“Lets just say
what happens in Vegas
doesn’t always stay there.”