Twisters

I told her about my small town, hoping to evoke something in her, a connection perhaps. I waxed poetic. I’m a total big city girl, she said.

She breaks the silence by asking if I’d like some coffee and I say, So we’re talking now? Then she says, My mistake, and retreats once more.

We were running late. I watched as she struggled with an earring and asked if she needed my help. Why would I? she said. It was a long night.

The party devolved into a rush of various fluids and I decided to leave but when a woman spilled her drink in front of me I decided to stay.

I watch her sleep and wonder at my good fortune. She turns over and punches me in the face. That’s so cute, I think. Then she does it again.

She threatens him with one of her knitting needles. He chuckles. This must mean I’m hip, too, he boasts. It’s the last thing he’ll ever say.

I tell her the fact that she shaves doesn’t mean anything to me. She says, Are you old or insensitive? I’m probably both but more resentful.