a fairly public vow to be more monastic

I have no idea what true love is but last night
at the Cafeteria I overheard a woman order a
‘Thousand Island Ice Tea’.

A THOUSAND ISLAND ICE TEA.

Now, from where I was sitting I couldn’t see who this woman was,
but it would’ve been pretty clear to anybody that she was
first/second/third wife material, so what i did,
i sidled up close, real cozy like, and i said to her–

‘Miss, why don’t you and i make a trainwreck
of these next 15 months or so, then go
our separate ways?’

*a version of this story was published in Sparkle & Blink, and featured in a show with Quiet Lightning in SF.