Taking your last five

That you had stashed for gas

And lying to you

About using it to get booze

That I stuffed  in my purse

and drank during communion

Yesterday

And now

We are stranded

On a two lane dusty freeway

Holding a useless credit card

With a zero balance

because you bought

internet porn when you told me

you were paying for

your grandma’s cable bill…

The sun sets on us

200 miles from anywhere

And my belly tingles

from the baby

that you didn’t father

that I didn’t know was in there

because I stopped taking those pills

as soon as you stopped calling me

Sweetheart.