The only place in town where nobody recognizes me is submerged deep in the Burger King ball pit. Whoppers make me woozy, and balls-deep is a scary feeling, but I feel most alive after a bloated somersault, marooned upside-down in a padded box six feet below an orgy of kaleidoscopic hollow plastic balls with my stomach full of melted American cheese.… more
Writer: Matthew Dexter
Fat Camp Syllabus
FICTION by Matthew DexterI fractured my penis driving the Zamboni. Before that, my mother disowned me. Before that, I sat shaving my legs like floating dreams above the blue line where hockey players shouted prayers to toothless gods. Before that, my father broke my nose with his figure skate.… more
