plan B

she calls me
in the middle
of the day, while
i'm up on a
ladder about
to climb onto a
roof, and in
a hoarse whisper
she says come over,
right now. i'd like
to see you naked,
i'm in the hot
tub with a glass
of wine, wearing
that little red
bikini that you
like and drool
over. but i'm
working, i tell
her, i'm in the
middle of something
that i just can't
leave, i'd like to,
but i really can't.
i'm thirty miles
away, an hour
in traffic. sorry.
and this doesn't
make sense to
hear at all. i hear
her hand hit the
water with a splash.
she doesn't even
say goodbye, she
just hangs up and
goes to plan B.