George Glass is a flailing Charlie Brown foot aimed deadeye at Lucy's football, which isn't a football at all, look closer, it is flatter and it's grayer, and it's squat and it is gritty and it's a rectangle, hard as tooth, a cinderblock that on contact makes toes crumble into plum flesh.
George Glass is another collapsible night spent sleeping crooked on the floor of the storage closet, or the practice space, or a bored ex-lover's kitchen linoleum, a linen… read more
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