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En Español: Get in the trunk

Pueblo chico El piloto había parado sin entusiasmo al verme hacerle señas desde un lugar de la carretera donde solo podría encontrarse un fugitivo o un fantasma. Kilómetros de desierto alrededor. Su trajinado Ford llevaba los muelles traseros elevados para que los vigilantes no detectaran la sobrecarga, y esa mañana candente la sobrecarga tocaba ser […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Wedding in Galena

Hot Tin Roof

We drive down blackjack road, thin and winding, hemmed by the woven trunks of trees and a sheer drop.
“It’s a beautiful town,” he says. “All these trees. The hills. The view.”
“I wonder if that’s why Nate and Matt picked it.”
No house lights. No streetlights. Only one working headlight on Fat Van.
(And it’s quiet. When was the last time we were anywhere quiet?) […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Public Service Announcement

Hot Tin Roof

Underwires: you’re
wearing them wrong!
You’re wearing the wrong
size the wrong way. For starters,
the band, not the straps, provides
primary support. For second, as any
mammographer knows, your breast tissue
extends halfway under your armpit, and as
the nice lady at La Petite Coquette in Union
Square will tell you, all that should be in your bra.
Grab the underwire under your arm with your near-
est hand while, with the other inside the cup (“May
I?”), pull your breast forward (NOT up!) and then (la
coup de grâce) tug gently on the outer cup edge to
situate. “And you’re in,” she affirms. “Your tits
should salute.” Well, hello there. A swell of
cleavage where never there was. I’m harn-
essed and ready to battle the city streets.
(If you’re now spilling out, go up a
cup size.) But rather than flaunt
my rank among the select few
with salutatory boobs, I here-
by bequeath this sacred
knowledge to you. And for
the record, underwires do
not cause breast cancer. […]

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Mouths 12: Fleeing

Mouths by Dan Boscaljon; art by Aaron Gillespie

“Mouths” is a fiction story presented in installments. This is the final chapter; read from the beginning, starting here. Mouths XII: Fleeing I don’t hear the bullet pass by me. It doesn’t hit Sheila. He must have aimed at my back. The mouths must have gotten it. I smile. This is good to know. But […]

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Mouths 11: Fighting

“Mouths” is a fiction story presented in installments. Look for a new chapter on Mondays throughout the summer. (We’re almost at the end, now — but the fear started creeping in back in June.) Mouths XI: Fighting I have no real animosity toward the woman. Like me, like Sheila, she was pushed into an unimaginably […]

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Mouths 10: Leaving

Mouths by Daniel Boscaljon; art by Aaron Gillespie

“Mouths” is a fiction story presented in installments. Look for a new chapter on Mondays throughout the summer. (Perhaps you would like to start at the beginning?) Mouths X: Leaving The world feels different as I walk up the stairs. My muscles are more obedient to my will, more responsive. It feels, ironically, as if […]

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Mouths 9: Accusing

“Mouths” is a fiction story presented in installments. Look for a new chapter on Mondays throughout the summer. (Perhaps you would like to start at the beginning?) Mouths IX: Accusing I am not wearing a shirt, but this is the least of my worries. At least he won’t look at my face. The mouths remain […]

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