Sam groaned as his
shirt slipped back over his round belly. He tweezed the hem, pulled
it down again over his tummy, but when he let go it slithered back
across his smooth skin.
Pulling off the shirt,
he tossed it aside. A pile of multi-colored exercise shirts lay in
the corner. None of them had been any better at hiding his dome than
the last. Sam stood in front of the mirror across from his bed,
looking himself over. Everything about him showed a young man in his
prime. Not the most handsome b

Teeth
Fences
white as the wool
lining your linen coat.
Spread on the floor
where they cannot grip
against the tides
of your thighs.
Try as I may, this
isn't love.
Just everything it
wants
to be
and more without.
Redoubtable beast.
You wear down jaws
faster than limestone.
Tongue
Perpetual motion
machine.
Cylinder spins circles
on every foreign
invader.
Heavy rains
on marshes red with
clay.
Soft as you are
I'm harder still.
Hermetically open
I'll find a fertile
place
to plant you.
Throat
The towe

Elijah was not always
so small. Once, he looked down on several of his short friends, but
only recently did he become tiny. At his estimate, Elijah barely
reached eight inches. Not the easiest height to find clothes for.
Though born in the city
and raised amid modern convenience, when Elijah's sudden shortness
became a problem (mostly because of cats), he fled his urban home
with its many dangerous machines, stairs, and people in golf shoes,
and escaped into the wilderness. In the hills full of

Cynthia Danes. Shallow.
Thoughtless. Lazy. The type of girl Daniel saw all over campus,
mocking any notion of “higher education.” But Cynthia Danes in a
body-gripping, red silk sun dress that peeked from under her thick
cleavage and slithered across her thighs. That Daniel could
appreciate.
Even better had been
peeling that sun dress off Cynthia's shoulders, exposing the amber
skin beneath to his fingers and palms. After the roll on Cynthia's
“Hello Kitty” bedspread, Daniel was left pant