Twisters

This was not how I designed my aspirations for love, but she loves me and I love her, and when she smiles, she takes my past, and erases it.

He buys her a drink and sits. She studies him, wearily. He says, You’re very sensual. She takes a sip of her drink. And you smell, she says.

And then I realized I had consumed my final drink and I tried to stand but felt the rotation of the earth and I sat down and ordered another.

He enters her apartment. She says, I have nothing to hide. He spots a guitar in the corner. And he starts to play it. Except that, she says.

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.