Pull it around the perimeter of your shack and watch your dreams come true. Accolades. Riches. Cherry Lips.  A litter of puppies. Popsicles.

Your life is wonderful because you have the boyfriend and you get to order an eye shadow palette from Sephora and you talk about your woeful time at Fairway, when you couldn’t find your favorite tuna for your cat and your cat is pissed off at you for no reason you can think of and come to think of it, so is your boyfriend who is only now making a big deal about the red wagon that you brought into the bedroom.

Leave the damn toy outside, he says.

No, you intone. I will not.

Impasse. For about twenty minutes.

You pull. So does he.