getting over alice

your friend jimmy calls
crying the blues,
he wants to come over to
talk about things.
his wife, alice, left him for
another woman and
wiped out his bank
account. she took her
cats too, he says
almost whispering
into the phone.  so you
say, sure come on over.
i'll put some burgers
on the grill and make
some margaritas. there's
a game on too. maybe
we can throw the ball
around before the game
starts. pick up a bag
of ripple chips on the way
over and some onion
dip. and i think i'm out
of lighter fluid in case
you want to throw
that wedding album
onto the flames. cool,
he says, see you
in twenty bud.