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Less Animal
I am the only man of my village allowed to mate.
Fresco
Cheryl’s psoriasis gives her face the texture of a medieval Italian fresco that needs restoration.
School Shooter’s Girlfriend
I didn’t go to high school.
I stayed with the janitor instead.
He kept me in the boiler room.
I was a kind of pet, I guess.
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Flouride could be the cause of the baby’s dark fingertips. It’s not frostbite. When you push on her nails, blood shows through. Her molars are erupting. T
Jason
Jason
Jason in the next bed over has no arm, or you know, one arm left, no arm where one of them should be, is what I mean to say. I won’t go into what I have that confines me t
To Cover Up the Smell
To Cover Up the Smell
I lit my hair on fire.
“Ahh… fuck.” I said.
I flipped the Zippo away before it could light my whole head up like I was doing a Pepsi commercial.
It woul
Edith/Jonah
Edith
She’s been dead useful around the house – preserving fish, garnishing the margaritas. In winter, when the driveway gets licked with ice, I slip out back with a chisel and
Suspenders
Suspenders
I take rusty metal to the recycling yard. It is a staging ground for age to revert to youth. Padnos, the old Jew, stands outside the junkyard’s office door and smiles
Creation Narrative / The Last Particle
Creation Narrative
In the beginning, there was only God and all else was nothingness. God looked into the void and knew He was alone. And even God, who was infinitely knowledgea
Resurrection Man / Rope Trick
Resurrection Man
excerpt from an interview with a professional grave robber
Q: Have you ever dug someone up and discovered that they were still alive?
A: No, they’ve all bee