confidentially, that his wife
of one year
has grown on him.
well,
that's good, i say.
you worried at first,
that you were rushing
into things,
unsure if you really loved her.
no, he says.
you have it all wrong.
she's grown on me,
but in a bad.
like algae, mildew,
or barnacles on the bottom
of a boat.
what am i to do?
the marriage is sinking.
ship, ahoy, i tell him.
you should have gotten
the pre-nup
like i told you.
but not to worry.
i know a lawyer that restores
old shipwrecks.
here's his number.
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