Outliers

Nobody fucks like we do.

You once said we were sexually incompatible

because I liked to cum in the morning,

while you liked to cum at night.

You reprimand me when I leave the windows open

and the neighbors can hear your orgasm howls.

I leave them open anyway.

Whidbey. Orcas. Vancouver. Manhattan…

We log the islands where we did it.

We recite the list.

The algorithm asked me how many

sexual partners I’d had—

I compiled the list:

Shana Mary Ingrid Jeanne alabama girl…

I showed you the list.

You went quiet.

I’m listening to John M. Gottman,

Ph.D.

The Four Horsemen. Bids. Repair. The Intervention.

OK.

Let’s make it a threesome.