she asked me why i was leaving. i said i wanted to. she said that she wouldn't play that game with me, that "don't leave" game. i told her the only game i liked was hangman. she didn't laugh. i leaned against the door and put my hands in jean pockets. she sighed. the ice cream truck rolled by singing it's loud chorus of echoes, her dog began to howl. i examined the craftsmanship of her hardwood floor. everywhere there was nails to snag your sock on, or stub a toe. the dog stopped howling. she said it wasn't working out, this dating thing, she was thrown off by my quiet moods. she wanted me happy and vague. i said nothing. she went on and on, about how hard it was for her to constantly be positive and have a good time around jerks like me. i let her finished, and then asked her if she could give me my safety pin bracelet back. she took them off and threw them at me. i wanted to rebel, but i let her have it. i let her think she won. on the way out the door, she said that i wasn't a good lay anyway, and that maybe i should stick to greasing my palm. i laughed at her, i really let it all out. i laughed at her until she grew angry and slammed the door in my face. i stood there a moment and then knocked again. she threw open the door and i could see the fire burning in her eyes. hell have no wrath like a women scorn. what did i want she asked. i pulled the piece of paper off of the door and handed it to her.

you've been evicted baby. 

i laughed and walked down the hall out into the sunlight.