You can force your pen into a cat’s anus for all I care, she told him. October sun- light hit the grimy pavement as if directed by Rocky Balboa himself. The Art Museum, he thinks, is mostly crap but its still imposing— what man has made of man, fodder for gift- shops. His working life is a gift-shop too— no one buys anything. If he did force his pen into a cat’s anus, they’d probably arrest him for animal abuse. Maybe he’ll pretend that she’s a cat. Ring the bell for round two, please.