a baby and its mother sitting on my couch.  the baby has a full set of adult teeth and tries to bite everything.  i carefully reach to pull up the teething ring tethered to its shirt and put it in its mouth. to relieve the awkwardness i look at dylan who is standing in front of me.  he’s wearing a purse.  i tell him i like it and he shows it to me.  it has an empty highway painted on it.  he insists it’s new york city.