Kell-jack And C-mitch: A Romance

            Kell-jack shouts, “The universe is crazy big and things are gonna explode!”
            I say, “Easy,” and C-mitch goes, “Fuck yeah it is. Fuck yeah they are.” He’s nodding to unheard drums while she flails on her bed.
            “Here,” I say, “Drink some water.”
            “It’s gonna explode.”
            “You’re dehydrated.”
            “It’s cuz I’m exploding.”
            I look out the window, where the trees are just starting to grow back their leaves.
            C-mitch trances over to the wardrobe and opens the door. A million things fall on him, feather boas and skirts and shit. He barely notices.
            “Death from within!” says Kell-jack.