"I just want a low rent romance. We can speak about carbon footprints and forget to brush our hair most days. I’ll charge our phones at Best Buy when you distract the employees with technical jargon. Maybe one day we’ll stop traveling and settle down into a paint peeling apartment. What we do have, we’ll throw away. Our studio can really be a large closet. Besides I just need your body, and a small twin bed. You’ll understand it isn’t the size of the bed that keeps me close to you at night. Even during the summer nights when everything is sticky. Thieves will see nothing worth taking, so we’ll never use keys or locks. You can insist on giving me a leg up when I get into dumpsters even though it’s not necessary. You can even show off your strength pulling yourself up and over the side, again and again. I promise I’ll give you half of the best of my treasure every single time and you get to name most of the stray cats."