Bluntly (28/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
If ever I asked her, “Honey, guess what?”
“You got a raise?” she’d ask with mock demure.
If I said, “No,” her spirit would go flat.
“Dear God, no. You got another transfer.”“You realize I’m pregnant with number two.
You want me to move to ’nother city?
I did it twice, give the devil her due.
Divorce I’m thinking would be a pity.”Nothing I could say would her fear allay.
Out of my mouth the truth was hurled.
“A city a dozen time zones away,
tropical country, other side of the world…”“Let me get this straight. Don’t dodge. Say bluntly.
You want me to birth in a third-world country!”
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