like a bad suit

he was told that         she       didn’t really know him
that well even after
thirty-one years of
a casual friendship.
                             she was right
                             for the wrong reason.
for some reason she
wanted to hurt him,
to set up a situation
where she could
criticize him for a
few things. then
                               she was all over him
                               like a bad suit.

he just looked down
at his plate of prime
rib wondering why
                     he was wasting the money 
even though
                       it was the best deal in town on
prime rib, better
even than the
prime rib dinner
another friend of
his had at a fancy
chicago steak
house according
                       to that friend’s   testimony.

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