Author Archives: Ben Drevlow

The Moose

The Moose

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I’m slightly embarrassed that the moose is seeing me in my Jockeys. At least these are from a fresh pack. When they’re new they hug better and my junk bulge must seem more masculine to the animal.more

Hands

Hands

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I wonder about the type of man who believes he has a direct line to God. Direct power to heal individual people. What if I put my hands on him and slid them down his well-defined pecs? What if he didn’t view me as broken?more

Herpetology

Herpetology

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Naked men look like frogs, pinched in at the waist with wide shoulders. Rupin undresses and I think of dissecting frogs in science, pickling formaldehyde and sharp-singed nostrils.more

Cleaning My Oven

Cleaning My Oven

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Tony hates that I have a vibrator, almost like he’s jealous of it. He’s jealous of a lot of shit. He found photo of me and my friend kissing at her 19th birthday, and he called me a dirty whore who deserved to be punished. I thought about that as I came. I was a dirty whore and I did deserve to be punished.more

Mother of God

Mother of God

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“What did you give up?”

“That’s between me and my makah.”

“Who gave up his son.”

“It’s not like you did, Ma.”

“Don’t get smart. I gave you life. I get to worry about your soul.”more

Karate Obligations

Karate Obligations

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DeVries started punching at the kid, but he blocked every blow. Neither me nor the kid could believe it. He smiled and said thanks and resumed trimming the hedgesmore

Vladmir Nabokov Would Be Proud

Vladmir Nabokov Would Be Proud

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As I ambled through a cloud of Tommy Girl perfume to first period, new but not-unwelcome sensations spider-walked their way across every nerve ending. For the first time, my body felt awake, like my entire childhood had been a nap Mom insisted I take.more

lamentations 3:32

lamentations 3:32

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everything is dusty and dead, with dust still hovering in the air from his car. he stands there, quiet, a small smile on what could only be described as a head still growing into the manmore

What Would Chuck Norris Do?

What Would Chuck Norris Do?

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Chuck Norris, along with my mother, taught me basic morality. I feel a debt.more

Eclipse

Eclipse

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“Have you seen the sun?”
“The sun?”
“The sun.”
“What?!”
“See, that’s the problem with you…”more