This is his animal side. He will admit this. To her. It’s too bad you don’t show it more often, she will say. And he will crawl into a hole.

I told her I was broken, a shard of glass lost in a field of honeycomb, and she said, There are no fields of honeycomb, and I said, You see?

Another birthday passed, another reminder of things not done. Life moves from the possible to the impossible, he sighed. Then he kissed her.