your lawyer
calls you
from the virgin
islands
and says, hey.
why aren't you
married yet,
you hear the clinking
of glass
and the surf
rolling onto
the shoreline,
it's been ten
years since
you and cruella
split, he says.
you laugh, and say
why, afraid
i won't invite
you to the wedding,
no, he says.
i need another
divorce to handle
i'm running low
on cash, and my
car is almost
six months old.
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