I’m filled up with pancakes, and that’s when Harry decides to lay the divorce thing right at my feet. Get outta the car is what he says.

            I slam the door, and he guns the motor. Squeals the car into reverse and turns on the headlights even though it’s dead-ass noon.

            I’m frankly glad to be free of this loser, and I decide to go back for more pancakes. I don’t have to be slim anymore, and also, I don’t have to watch what I say.

            I’m gonna get fat and tell the next man I see how wrong his mother is about everything, and that the wallpaper in the hallway sucks.

            Then I’m gonna waddle myself out to the highway, sleep with a couple of truckers and have them take me out and buy me even more pancakes.

            My life is gonna be a road trip. I won’t even need a goddamn map.

            But, oh, will you look at that? Here comes Harry, his own sorry self, pulling into the parking lot, and me with nothing but pancakes and freedom on my mind. And who the hell does he think he is, treating me like a two dollar yoyo? That’s the first thing I’m gonna ask when he stops all that honking and opens the door for me to climb back in.

Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbooks and two flash fiction chapbooks. Her full-length poetry collection, Café Crazy, has recently been published by Kelsay Books. She is reviewer, blogger, and photographer. She is a former English teacher. She lives in NYC.