Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke and Other Misfortunes

by Eric LaRocca

People like to eat other people. I spent so many years forgetting I had teeth, too.

Sometimes I imagine the three of us lying in bed together—your arms wrapped around me, our beloved little worm curled like a cold, wet rope on my stomach

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The sad truth is I don’t think I love you as much as you love me. And that’s OK. That happens in relationships all the time—there’s always someone who loves more than the other.

Things have gotten worse since we last spoke.

“You probably couldn’t even fuck me if you tried,”

“And if I lose?” Mr. Fowler asked. Mr. Perlzig chuckled, as if genuinely amused. “If you lose, you’ll be dead, my friend.”