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Brian Bosworth and His Closet Full of Bodies

Brian Bosworth and His Closet Full of Bodies

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“Brian Bosworth has a closet full of bodies. In the morning, he opens the closet and puts one on. He slips it over his skeleton and looks in the mirror. Inspects his image and proportions. It gets his motor running – makes something vibrate in his ribcage.” more

In Line at Walmart With All the Other Damned

In Line at Walmart With All the Other Damned

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We used to be worth something. more

Daddy Said I Had To

Daddy Said I Had To

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This was different than squirrels—revenge not supper.more

If Not Affection…

If Not Affection…

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Daryl awoke and found the fist-like lump just under his jawline. His wife was busy with the children—the children who were too careless to notice while he shuffled to get his coffee and a bowl of cereal. At the factory, his supervisor said Daryl needed to go to the doctor, but instead Daryl went tomore

Tiger Man

Tiger Man

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He saw a strange version of himself. Despite the long scar down his chest, simply exposing his skin to the V at his navel created some kind of sexuality, something primal and full of energy. The tiger, the bell-bottoms—he surrendered to their absurdity, their excess, the sheer suggestion of showmanship. He kicked out the flared fabric then brought his legs down into a wide stance and swiveled his hips. He circled his hands in a karate chop move he’d seen Elvis deliver on stage, and then he dropped into one of the dramatic crouches Elvis sometimes used to punctuate the end of a song. more

Bittermoon

Bittermoon

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Drunk and jealous in an exotic locale, he wonders: “What’s the opposite of a honeymoon?”more

You Don’t Get to Do This

You Don’t Get to Do This

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The thoughts wouldn’t leave her head as Cal left for work on Monday, and when Graham wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her up for a kiss as soon as he walked inside the house.more

August in Montreal

August in Montreal

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He stood a little too close, whispered a little too urgently. more

Prometheus

Prometheus

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Blood is forever boy, he said. You remember that. Don’t ever forget it. I know, I know, the boy told him. The boy spit and kicked a mound of thawing slush. It was a cold evening. Purple-gray. Half-blind light failing. It would be dark in minutes. Where’s your sister at? She’s inside. Tell her tomore

McKenzie Friend

McKenzie Friend

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In court no one can hear you scream.more