When we were kids we hung around in dark basements, smoking dope, lost in giggles. And we turned out alright, I laugh. To a wall of silence.

The sun is glorious. He calls and says, What are you doing? She stares into the sun until she can’t see. I’m slowly going blind, she replies.

Yoga class was out, and he hung in front of the studio looking for a girl. He called out, Tickle my kundalini! but none of them fell for it.

And on the seventh day she said, I wish it would stop raining, and he said, Has it been so bad? and she couldn’t answer. And he broke apart.

They meet at a bar in an airport in a small city and she recognizes him from the Internet and she says, You don’t look so fat in your avatar.