This is the thing. We gather around it and proclaim our wonder. We say, Build it a pedestal. And then we get closer. And it consumes us all.

He took her hand. He said, You make me pee my pants. She stared into his eyes. Then he said, Like right now. And she said, That is not love.

The box arrived. He opened it and tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly and so he ordered more stuff and sat by the front door. Waiting.

The wind blew the boat out to sea. We’re fucked now, he said. She took her phone and threw it in the water. I feel guilty already, she said.

He seemed parked at the bar. Wearily, she sat next to him and ordered a gin martini. He turned to look at her and he said, I’ve been on TV.