by Brendan Main
Arman Schutz wakes up, rolls out of bed. Places his feet on the floor and looks down.
He stares at his gut. Something is off.
Jutting forth like an obscene digit is his bellybutton.
This is a mystery. Wasn’t he an innie before?
The truth comes in a terrible flash:
“I am turning inside out.”
Friday, August 29, 2008
It Begins
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