i. I'm renting movies she wouldn't watch with me, things with Happily Ever After and Prince Charming. They all take place when analog clocks were all there were and people had time to care about people; people had time to cry. There's food somewhere near me but my bottle is all the substance that seems to be significant. She's probably out drinking with them somewhere. I know when the characters kiss on the screen, it isn't real.
ii. I walk away from home along the highway, pretending the wind that whips me at all angles isn't significant to how weightless I feel with her weight not on me. In a dizzy movement I get up and walk along the guardrail, arms out and eyes closed. Someone beeps, most likely at me, and I open my eyes as my feet hit the ground again. I locate the sound again in my mind and walk into the break-down lane, following it. I give up and fall and wink at the winking stars.
I go deaf for a minute and my heart is impaled by my rib cage. Eighteen wheels drive away, fast a