ice fishing

your friend in Alaska
says
hello, attaching
a photo of her
in a parka
drinking from
a flask of bourbon.
she's rubbed
her face in what
looks like Vaseline
to protect from
the wind and cold.
i'm going ice
fishing today
she says, I wish
you were here
with me. we could
catch a big
sturgeon and fry
it up for dinner
with some small
potatoes and biscuits.
sounds delish,
you tell her,
wish I could be
there too, but of
course you don't,
as you slip into
your shorts and flip
flops and head
out for some
ice cream.