@paul.gervasi

--- The site loads slower than it should, like it's thinking about it. A wheel, spare and plain, the kind of thing you'd expect to sell a mattress. You have wanted this since before you can date it — every story where… read on →

The flour is still under Damarion's nails when you decide, and that's what tips it — not the burns on the forearm, not the ache from a 4 a.m. dough shift, but the flour, ground into the beds of fingers that aren't yours… read on →

You are Nicolás Reyna, sitting on the edge of somebody else's couch in Pittsburgh, and the trouble with him is that there's nothing wrong with him. Off-duty, off-shift, the gun locked up, the nose that got broken twice… read on →

--- Three minutes in Tyler Wysocki's body and already the boredom is a physical thing, sitting behind the beauty mark, under skin that's twenty years old and doesn't know yet what that's worth. You stand in his… read on →

Sunday, afternoon, Chicago. You are standing in a screened-in porch that smells like smoke and clover, and the hands you are wearing are not yours, though by now they answer when you ask them to. Marcus Adebayo's hands.… read on →