“How can you hate what I love?” she asked
draped over the sofa, ellipses stuck in her throat…
“Because I hate everything,” he answered
and deposited a lifetime of trust in an off-shore
account that the instantly forgot existed.
She thought about his words, and then she
thought about her relationship to the words,
so she took a powder and disappeared somewhere
up north, and he collected fall-out shelters
and moved among them like a wanted man.