after a ten-year plague we emerge from our home to bury our friends

how we'll meet and eventually marry.

when we're 40 something and entertaining work friends we've invited over for dinner, i'll have my hand on her thigh and i'll explain "she hit me with her car while i was trying to cross the street. broke my hip, of all things." pause for laughter, "she drove me to the hospital and we hit it off." she'll smile and look away. "it was hard though. we couldn't sleep together for months, on account of my hip being broken and all."