He can feel the sweat forming on his back. She says, Just try to loosen up a bit. He wants to please her. But he ends up pooping on her bed.

The vacation ends in pain. My head’s too small for my body, he says, lying in the sun while he peels off his skin. Get me a drink, she says.

This is a relationship crushed under the weight of midnight’s anvil. I’m so lost without you, he says. But she yawns. Tomorrow, is her reply.

The elevator stops between floors and the lights flicker and in that moment he worries about things he hasn’t done and so he lets out a fart.