Jhené Aiko - "3:16 am". With every passing year, Joanie grew more and more certain that she would break up with Mac. She would go up to him while he was untangling his fishing-line, standing just in the corner of his view. She would say, "Mac, we need to talk." They would talk. But it was at this point that her imagination failed. She could not imagine the conversation with Mac. All of her complaints seemed so trivial: he was often a little late, he never tried new foods, he never complimented her manicures. Their relationship was five years old and there had been no crisis or scandal. They were OK. And it crushed her heart to imagine trying to explain this to him, as he blinked his eyes, Mac her teddy-bear and puppy and all-star. She put on "3:16 am" and listened to its thundering drums, detonation after detonation, and wished that she could see the signs of drama in her own life: fractures in the walls, dust falling, flashes of orange light as the building shivers and prepares to collapse. [forthcoming]