He took her to his throne room. Flowers lay scattered everywhere. She knew she was supposed to be impressed. But she was allergic to flowers.

I told her I wanted to wear her shoes, the red mary janes, and she called her mother and cried into the phone. But those shoes were so nice.

He sees her at the parade. She has a nice smile but she doesn’t use it. You must have had ugly parents, he says, just as the clowns pass by.

When she said, I want to drink your blood, I figured she was speaking in metaphor. I fell in love. And now I suffer from an iron deficiency.

Everyone heard the sounds. They woke the neighborhood. But no one will discover the source. Because the sounds are coming from inside of me.