through the phone receiver.

He spat her name

and sang her death in my ear.

Jack’s wife stole his stuff

and his kids.

“I don’t even get to see ‘em,”

he said.  “She got the car,

the money, even my Rolex.

She split and took it all.”

Jack stared at the desk in his office

where his wife’s picture used to sit,

and he gripped the phone in his fist,

setting the trigger once more.