The smell of coffee filled the house. He said, I don’t want to go to work. She said, Neither do I. And then the silence of a regular morning.

I would eat your love, but I won’t eat your food because it is inedible and commits treason to my insides, but tell me do you still love me?

Embrace the foreign. This is the message on the shirt in the window. He enters the store and he reads the label. The shirt is made overseas.

She tapped him on the back, and he turned, and saw her and felt like throwing up. I didn’t know you liked baseball, he said. And she didn’t.