Spurned and frustrated, he headed home alone… Earlier, they had walked a bit together while he told her of death, Dharma and the postmortem continuity called rebirth.
Too late, he realized he was boring her with a lecture, when all she wanted was for him to follow the wide wobbles of her rump as it disappeared into the turnip patch.
an exerpt from ‘The Over Rooting Suitor’ in I.B. Hamunbakun’s. Everypig’s Zen – a guide to un-sausagification. New York: W.W. Snorton & Co. (2012)