OXY Pads and OxyContin Matthew Dexter Sobbed so succulent the night after getting promoted from sales manager to president and CEO of the panty department—my tear duct turned to crust beneath the waxing tangerine moon. The kitchen was illuminated with square-dancing eddies of lavender-scented candles and I sat there in the closet scratching my scrotum drinking gin with an…

Survival Mechanisms Kelly Thomas I. My sister broke her arm. I would like to say that she hit ice from great heights—her snowboard, one broad wing—but I think she skidded, tipping downhill from a standstill. Apparently we don’t need much momentum to twist ourselves into bone-snapping human shapes. When they sawed off the cast, her…

Leaving the Building Ira Brooker In those final seconds, feeling His consciousness ebbing, watching the bathroom tile hurtling upward angry at His face, did He perhaps return to two rooms of Tupelo squalor, the only hot water that which He or Mama or Vernon when he was free and sober would boil up on that…

Recall Rebecca Schwab When constituents expressed, via text message and Facebook, the desire to speak directly to one another even less, the government helpfully stepped in. “It’s sort of like the Electoral College,” the President explained, via Tweet. “Or the Fifth Amendment.” They sold mandated Mood Skin™ at pharmacies and supermarkets, offering deep discounts to…