Twisters

I was lonely, and far from home, and I called her and said, I love you, and she laughed loudly and said, Tell me more things you don’t mean.

She matched me step for step and I said hi and she said, You have lovely shoes, and we were both watching my shoes as I stepped in dog poop.

She knows she sees a mouse but she’s in therapy, she tries to imagine a lesser thing, she tries courage, then she complains about her weight.

Who are you to deserve a compliment? she asks me suddenly; I could tell that had been building up inside her. At least she was alive inside.

We were not where the cops said we’d been. But our denial sounded implausible. I felt lightheaded and faint. She held me steady. By the bum.

She returned his call reluctantly. They’d had something once, and now it was gone, and she told him so. Do you believe in charity? he asked.

At the funeral for the False King, townsfolk cry crocodile tears, lament the state of the state and sing, He sure was great at the Internet!