I’ll smear Hot Cheeto dust on the headrest of the passenger seat that sits empty and by accident cast a spell that ripples through stars and time. And those stars and time will stop. And a secret compartment will open upon the Chevy dashboard. And up will pop a button the color of Lake Superior. And that button will say “REWIND.”… Continue Reading
It is my firm belief that a fellow should always marry a gal who’s head and shoulders smarter than he is, that way he knows he’ll never be having to worry about having to worry about nothing.… Continue Reading
I worried she had fallen asleep, then wondered why exactly our relationship had never been sexual, why I had started to think of everyone in these terms.… Continue Reading
After the clock ran out, they, NFL admins or whoever, walked real lions out onto the grass. The real-life lions were distinguished and strong. Big manes and bigger claws. Clear-eyed and assured, the way we’d always wanted to be, us fans, really, in the deepest part of our football-watching souls, which now we were.… Continue Reading
One hundred T-bones a day, both cut and trimmed. Fifty ribeye, sixty Porterhouse, it didn’t matter over and over he thought of Tara’s face. He studied his boss’ actions. He learned the movements of his coworkers. It was out of habit to study people. He couldn’t help himself. He let them bust his balls often, even smiled, but he knew he could end every single one of them if he truly wanted to, but he never wanted to entertain the thought at the same time.… Continue Reading
I’d bought my first dress for six bucks because I was the only waiter in the restaurant and I thought it would be funny. Then I thought it would be hilarious to buy another dress. Then a skirt. I liked working with women. I liked the gossip. I liked the feel of the fabrics. I liked being less restricted.… Continue Reading
I started dating this girl named Nichole, hoping to prove that I was straight, that I was a boy. That I was the things I was supposed to be. But I didn’t think about her when I masturbated. Instead, I imagined Zack in his football uniform.… Continue Reading
I want to observe the scandal of sun on grass. I want to use a 3D model of myself as a dildo. I want to pass it down the generations, the heirloom dildo of myself. I want all of my personae to make love and to love me back. I want my personae to crawl back in my void cock.… Continue Reading
I didn’t think about my wife. I didn’t think about our daughter or the aggravation she’d put us through. I didn’t think about right or wrong. That evening, the only thing that consumed me was a sense of violent redistribution. Someone had to pay.… Continue Reading
She used to have the fluted arms and legs of a bird, dancer’s legs, and he remembered how it had seemed like she could take flight at any moment, not just through her body but through her will, her reflex and poise conspiring with that hardened inner part of her. Now he saw that innermost part of her struggling against her body as if it were caged.… Continue Reading