Her text read, i left it out on the porch, in a silver adidas bag. No explanation. No apology for last night. No reply when I asked to meet her. Just this dead drop of our relationship. I opened it when I got home. It was some other guy’s sweatshirt.

Jim Parisi lives in Occupied Washington, D.C., with his wife, Beth, and their dog, Dolce. His writing has appeared in Hippocampus, The Good Life Review, and FlashFlood, among others.