I don’t know what true love is
but last night at the Cafeteria
I overheard a woman order a
‘Thousand Island Iced Tea.’

A THOUSAND ISLAND ICED TEA.

Now, from where I was sitting
I couldn’t see who this woman was
but it would’ve been clear to anybody
that she was first/second/third wife
material.

So what I did, I sidled up close to her,
real cozy like, and I said, ‘Excuse me, miss.
What do you say you and I
make a train wreck of these next
fifteen months or so, then
go our separate ways?’

-- Moneta Goldsmith