The red barn atop the hill. He points it out and she says, It’s like that painting. He takes her hand. I like the goats, he says. And smiles.

After we had kissed, I asked her if she knew what love meant and she said she had never thought of it and so we had that in common at least.

She woke me with a kiss and I opened my eyes and stared into hers. Why are you so nice to me? I asked her. I feel sorry for you, she replied.

Her email arrived with a ludicrous ping and I read it and she’d broken up with me and I thought, That’s so modern, and I had a t-shirt made.

The fly acts on a compulsion and flies into the light and gets zapped. That’s your rapture right there, I say. And then I stare at the light.

I bummed a smoke from the cute chick and she gave me one without looking at me and I asked for a light and she said, I don’t like needy men.

Everything was in the laundry and I wore old pants and a friend said, You’re betraying your personal brand, but at least I didn’t smell bad.