“fixin’s”
when sal got to the picnic
he emptied his pockets,
as he’s wont to do,
and there, among the routine accoutrement -
chapstick, plastic monkey, indian head nickel -
were two empty airplane bottles of vodka
and a half used travel container of vaseline.
he smiled and said she called herself
roberta from pascagoula.
she had been in town for the
lawrence welk symposium.
apparently, after a little of this,
a little of that, and quite a bit of
hubba bubba hullabaloo,
they found themselves swaddled in bubble wrap
in the smokers’ lounge at the airport.
that’s all fine and dandy, i interrupted,
but did you bring the cole slaw?
and, of course, the son-of-a-bitch had!
typical sal.