i can see whispers
wilt and trickle down her cheek
and drip down to her dress
she wipes it off with her finger
and flicks away each syllable
hidden eyes that burrow
born with 21 years of shame
stacked like drinks that still have sips
but were much too strong
to really enjoy,
so you let them dissolve to foam
drink it pretty
sweetie sweetly
discrete little secret.