postmodern alien

“hi,” she said.

“why would you presume to start
a conversation?”
he replied.

“don’t you think you’ve assumed
that I want to talk to you?”

“don’t you?” she replied.

“yes, but that’s not the point,
you approached me
and thought I was able to
talk, for one,
and that I would want to talk
with you,
for two.”

“well, um,”
she hesitated.
“How’s it going?”

“Doesn’t that presuppose that
things should be going well?
what a loaded question!”
he answered, defiantly.
“It shouldn’t matter how I go,
how I feel, how I am,
it should be all relative to nothing!”

she turned away. left.
didn’t say any more.

“Doesn’t turning your back to me
assert your power relationship over me?”
he quivered.
“come back here!”

but then he was only upset with
himself.