Dinner meats and beer after beer revealed a fostering affection flirting finny and familiar as goldfish washed from their bowl on the mantle by our tidalwave of talk. Your stories were reckless as guesswork, a blind detective smelling after footprints, his nose sodden with cold. I told my hummingbird heart's inner aria, flying backward and forward at once. Down at Der Wunder Bar, sipping lemonade, I telephoned my flaming doll to declare "I'm drunk!" like Zapatistas at the barricades. We watched The Charms punk and skunk frantic as ants, while you barracudaed through two more SoCo's and lime. "Hurry up, please, it's time, Hurry up, please, it's time." Square dawn's backwash through the frigid windowpane revealed our underwear, pink and blue, entwined like DNA at the foot of the bed, a pair of mating snakes tight as wrung laundry.