after yesterday’s debacle, i thought it would be a while before he calls again. but he did early tonight and then we had dirty sex, the kind i can never tell even my best friend about. then we drove for a substantial korean dinner and throughout i played mother, heaping singed meat, the way he prefers it, on his plate. walking back towards his car, i thought he was about to hold my hand as a whizzing cab sped very close by. he was only fumbling for his keys. then we passed by this fairly new civic, two of its wheels gone, cragfast in a thoroughfare of fast moving things.