Surf-and-Turf

We burnt the shit out of our pan

trying to make fish cakes

for a Friday surf-and-turf

we thought would break winter’s monotony.

Planned to wear Hawaiian shirts

and drink margaritas

until we remembered

that we’d sold those shirts

and you couldn’t take tequila

So we settled for microwave fish-sticks

and a seven dollar shrimp ring

wearing sweaters and jeans

while drinking rum and cokes.