YOU DON’T OWN ME

They bought the wrong house by mistake. They got the address reversed. Move-in day was so embarrassing. They had fields now. They had fog. Shit was beautiful. The agent had spread her hands wide and said, You don’t go broke making a profit. Look! Is that a lynx in the tree? It’s included. Of course, they did not own the big cat. This was my friend Shadow and his wife Wanda. He was practicing for his cosmetology exam, and she was debugging her app. They thought of themselves as very busy, and now this big mistake. My friend Shadow had been rehearsing how to tell Wanda that from now on he’d be taking responsibility for his own pleasure. Remember, they are not brother and sister. In the back of his mind all the time, especially as he was unloading the moving truck, was from now on, from now on. The fog burned off before lunch, and the house was revealed to be surrounded by warm, yellow grass. Wanda thought their new investment looked like a gravestone. They hadn’t intended to retreat. They felt like if things kept going the way that they were going, things will have gone too far.