On the Art of Jilting

You are unfaithful to the principles of Breathless by Godard he says to you. He is teaching you the Art of Jilting, Introduction to Hipster Courtship. He means this remark to be cutting. You understand that until you have repented of your uncouthness and been baptized in the French New Wave you cannot be saved. You went to see Breathless with this boy who found Jane Austen trite. You should’ve said then that her parlor miniatures captured a macrocosm of human interactions in the cross-hairs of her cross-stitches. You should have stalked off with your parasol clipped under your arm.