Celebrate the Ends


She said to me,
“God, you’re so hard to
live with. Why do you
always make it so 
difficult for people? 
I mean, you’re always
so damn serious. Why don’t
you chill the hell out? You
intimidate people, and I don’t
think it’s a coincidence. You
also embarrass people. Why?
What’s your damn problem?”

I looked up at her and laughed.
“What’s it matter? Nothing
matters – you, me, them.”

She screamed and shouted,
“God, I can’t take this shit
anymore!”

After stomping away, she
slammed the door behind her.
I gazed after her, thinking
about the way her haunches
wiggled when she walked
and I felt strangely alone.

It was a good feeling.