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What kind of gun would Jesus carry? The question floats toward the dilapidated rafters in the house of God, four walls echo with colloquial drawls and buzzing mosquitoes born across the street in stagnant sewage. The question, coming from a man dressed in a long flowing white cloak, arrives at a crucial time in Sewersburg history. Word around town is that Jon-Boy, the town elder (once a privilege bestowed upon a whole fleet of people known as ‘teachers’), town drunk, and only

Forceful interrogations under dim headlights lead me to re-evaluate my age. When was the day I was born? How can I be sure that's my real birth certificate, and not one generated by the state of Indiana for purposes of initiation? Look here, it says my age - even has my exact birthday - how long ago was that? Why can’t I remember? Each day a backspace of my understood world. How much do you have to go through to live a life? - a question asked each passing year, holding my bi

1 He plunges beyond the dark blue jello - synthetic teeth swallow him whole - beyond decaying pieces of coral as white as a fluorescent bulb - past green fish struggling to find food - plunging himself deeper into a dark hole. Sinking into the belly of our earth - fear of the unknown - regret of his pursuit but an inability to turn back now, committed. Feelings of satisfaction - the freedom to search and to be able to swim into the abyss. But becoming lost in oneself can dra