The Standard of Care
The germ of my idea spawned last Christmas when our Aunt Muriel, who lived in Florida and looked like a rotisserie chicken, gave my brother a set of marbles.
JAKE
It's cold, can you
Stop. At the sidewalk? Shall we sit down here for a while,
True Scale
Then: a star—someone else’s sun—crashes through the gate of our Oort Cloud and rolls towards us, and it’s just like it was at the planetarium, on that elementary school field trip where I was introduced to the claustrophobia of watching a tiny yellow dot—
a bad gay guard
they keep saying i’m a bad guy
your kiss
hot on the heels of katy perry’s /
late-2000s bisexual anthem
Custer's Last Stand
Even the bartenders, two burly guys with dark curly hair and mustaches—they look like brothers—seem bored stiff.
little victories
I lie to my boss about where I go after work.