2013-12-30 I met you and your balding meat-machine boyfriend in a Denny's parking lot, driving up in my van with no seats, standing at the steering wheel. Better to carry off the bodies, I thought to myself. He tried to sell me thousands of dollars of woodworking tools he'd scammed from an Ace Hardware store, but I was only interested in you, innocently offering me a handful of cheerios. That night in your trailer we danced with palms pressed together, singing along to a bad cover of "In the Air Tonight" as if we knew the words.