ARE YOU WENDY?

A cop car speeds up
over the sidewalk on a sharp
half angle.

Cutting off the alleyway.

ARE YOU WENDY?
this angry female cop
jumps out of her cruiser
and points at my
future wife.

You don't have any right to ask me that,
my future wife says she said.

Realize I am getting this second hand,
so you are getting something
far less.

But apparently the angry cop got back in her car
and drove off up Princess Street.

My future wife's best friend Linda
there to corroborate the entire
thing.

That bitch knew she was wrong,
Linda assures us.
And the way little Miss thang
drove off in a huff.

I'm not Wendy,
are you Wendy?

They both laugh in tandem.
There is an impersonation
and everything.

I open a bottle of wine
and grab some glasses from
the kitchen.