The ice in her latte melts
slowly and I chew the rhubarb
pie thoughtfully, wondering if I
care for a response. Nothing good
has really happened to them since I
started there, I say, stealing a sip.

I'd say you bring out the worst in
people, she replies, and I glance up from the bowl,

She smiles and takes the cold cup back.

*I mean to say that you draw the poison out.