back to the drawing board

my friend
jimmy

calls me at six am.
he's been up for an hour
or so.

well, she did it, he says.
she finally

did it.
stabbed me in the back
and left me

for that loser
physics professor
over
at Cornell.

that's a shame, i tell
him.

yup, he says.
back to the drawing
board.

going down to have her
name removed
from my arm

once i finish mowing
the lawn.