they stop and fight. just along the point. the sidewalk. about her side of the bed. tonight. and i remember. just enough. through the foreign tongue. the cold. the porch dark lamp. to understand when she says that the dog chewed up the sheets. tonight. and i'm not doing this anymore. but there i sit. and stare. under the accusing glance of an unknown wattage bulb and. she pretends. that she did not hear them as they walk. imagines that they were me and you. us. them. then. in spanish. just enough to guild the page. nobody move. she says to the screens. the light. if i had a camera. for this. fuck. she thinks. nobody move.

this is perfect.