Headline?" he asked. "'Swing Set Needs Home,'" I said. "'Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'" he said. "'Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'" I said.

She never liked me much, but she sure loved me

Lonley, Vaguely pedophilic swing set seeks the butts of children.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.

Maybe we're grass—our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.