Outside Oklahoma City

I can hear your voice
for a thousand miles.
From a greasy diner
your words project.

The young couple in the next booth
secretly meeting to exchange
the briefest of contact. Contempt
for our destiny in their glances.
They are uncomfortable vinyl reports.
Cutlery sings a lovesong.
You talk as I eat your words
hushed, draw me from afar.

"When will you tell them?
You can't keep on hiding this,
if you love me you will tell them.
Won't you?"

"They wouldn't understand, (drink)
injections would follow. (vinyl creaks)
I don't want to be drugged
you complete me, they don't want that."

The waitress stares simply.