She’s sitting alone dressed like a hand grenade whose pin has been amputated. I’m sitting alone like a hand grenade who wants to be a flash bang. I ask her would you like to sit alone, together? She cracks a half smile and I know I’m going to fuck everything up. I can tell by her yellow teeth. We order three rounds and end up on top of her house, fucking like rocking chairs. I tell her it would make my day if you let me come on your dress. I come on her dress and she burns it for warmth. We huddle close to cook hotdogs over the flames. She grasps my knee like Kobe Bryant taking the game winning shot. What I mean is she grasps me knee with abandon. She knows I have pockets of goldfish. She knows I’ll breathe in her freckles and steal her underwear. For balance I tell her I’m thinking of making you wholegrain toast with orange juice. She smiles and I swear her yellow teeth are laughing at me.