"Strip This Down," Prose, Word Riot, June 2013

Jan the referee lets his belly sag near your lap. His breath comes in soggy heaves. It is the closest you have been to another person in four days, since the last game when a thick-necked linebacker tried to serenade you on center field, his voice cracking as he grabbed your hand. It wasn’t that you were especially beautiful that night, just especially present, and he was eager, his body pulsing from the win and the late September heat... (read more)