"Trash Boys," Prose, Passages North, Issue 38, February 2017.

A trash boy is twenty-three, eternally. It has been a long time since his last meal. What're you eating? you asked him, seeing it was the end of a sandwich you'd thrown away, and the trash boy was hungry, still growing. He'd taken it from the can and finished it off. Really, trash boy? you'd said, about the sandwich. He nodded, swallowed. The name stuck...  (read more)