"Put your penis inside my vagina" I told him, and he really
tried, but it wouldn't go. Damn. "Maybe I should put it in
my mouth?" I said, and pushed him off of me. It tasted like
chocolate, is that possible? Can love transform flavors?
"Let's just play on the Atari" he said, and I let him go so
he went.

Naked, on his bed, I heard his clicks and bleeps from the
living room. "Come on!" he called me. I didn't feel like it.
I felt entirely like something else: a valley full of
flowers under a clear summer sky, and my sigh joined the
warm breeze. Peeling off the skin, I put the feathers back
on and clicked my beak into place. It was night already, and
I could see PacMan consuming a ghost as I flew back home.
When I got to the nest, I masturbated the shit out of
myself.