I liked it when he ________ my ________ while I ________ him. With the firebugs in my ribcage I projected my lung’s shadow onto his bare back. He’d lean over my prone body, the disguise of my prone body like a tundra on holiday doing backstrokes in capricornish water. Lean over just like that and the fish would evolve, as if he’d snuffed a candle
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One of the disciples seated at the prophet’s feet, thin and on the wane, busied himself taking apart a Rubik’s Cube. “Tell us, Master, about love.” He plucked a red-stickered cube from the plastic bouquet and looked up expectantly
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