He sees her at the parade. She has a nice smile but she doesn’t use it. You must have had ugly parents, he says, just as the clowns pass by.

When she said, I want to drink your blood, I figured she was speaking in metaphor. I fell in love. And now I suffer from an iron deficiency.

Everyone heard the sounds. They woke the neighborhood. But no one will discover the source. Because the sounds are coming from inside of me.