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Flemish Cats
When I was in college the student pride center put on a drag show, and the campus paper asked me to interview one of the performers (queens, rather). I found him, after the per
Noblesse Oblige
“This resurgent interest in privilege is just noblesse oblige for millennials.”
I sat at a table in the imitation café in the basement of the campus library. My sandwich was
The Petition
“There are kids fighting in Afghanistan right now, dying in Afghanistan right now, who were four years old on 9/11.” He held the petition out for me to sign. Someone, a man, ta
On the Chair
I was standing on the chair again. My belt was looped around my neck. The other end was wedged between the top of the door and the frame. Nothing had happened. No professional hu
Colic
Her son was still crying. He would cry for hours each night, uninterrupted. She had tried burping him, but it did nothing. No gas came up; he wouldn’t vomit. He was totally hea
30
There are still moments when he feels like a child. He is in the passenger seat of a car. The driver isn’t speaking. It’s late evening, early summer. The radio plays some nebul
12 Hours of Sleep
He traveled the twelve feet from the couch to his bed on his hands and knees. The universe was contracting and his brain was swelling. He could feel his face tightening, and hi