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		<title>Dead Man&#8217;s Nail by Dennis Fulgoni</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You’re waiting for your best friend, Pablo Perez, to call. His father’s recently put in a pool, and you’re hoping for an invite. It’s already past noon, and no call, so the Poor Man’s Jacuzzi becomes your sanctuary, your oasis, on a hot afternoon. The best way to get inside the Poor Man’s Jacuzzi, once the bag is filled, is to stick one leg in while holding the bag simultaneously, and then, and this is the hard part, to swiftly stick your other leg in without too much water spilling out. Cars drive by, people stick their heads out their windows, watch the pathetic kid sitting in the trash bag, laugh. You think these people are retards and assholes, and that makes you feel better. You have a dead man’s nail. A few months ago, the nail on your index finger fell off after you’d smashed it with a hammer in shop class. The class was building bird houses. You were excited, because you and Pablo shoot birds with slingshots. During the final parts of construction, you got cocky and pounded the nail too hard. But you missed the intended nail and hit your finger nail instead. Blood pooled on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Absorption by Robert D. Montoya</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is the sound             of losing myself: the drips of continuous rain as it             disperses itself             along the wet ground, * Where Costa Rican vines, like syringes, suck the water (tender roots like a child * sucking upon a nipple, absorbing the minerals, the liquid of dead leaves,             the innuendo             of the sun). * And how much of a child I am,             becoming this mud inching upward along my boot;             I am sinking,             becoming a solution * Inseparable from this liquid,             becoming the sound of rain (or the snapping of the manakin,             a refined instrument             with wings like crickets). * This sound is an inverted world,             a fluid world, beneath the sickle moon             beneath my feet,             in pools of rain.     * About the Author:   At some point Robert D. Montoya was born in Los Angeles, CA. Having grown up in this sprawling setting, much of his writing is latently (and often overtly) influenced by its [...]]]></description>
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