Menu Switch

When I was a little boy

By Xavier Reyna From Issue No. 8

The second son of Joseph’s spinal was broken, lord knows how many tours he had over thirteen years; I was raised to not ask those kinds of questions to those kinds of individuals. And another thirteen years were spent between the shitter and the kitchen, meaning extra weight put excessive stress on the back. He swings six inches above mulch every morning and every evening, this gives him the exercise he needs. Someone plays the clarinet, and he looks at the men run like boys. When I was a little boy, I was attacked by a colony of cockroaches, I’ve been afraid of every genre of insect ever since. The deer fly is the most ruthless, the lightning bug is deceptive, the ladybug’s bite is comparable to its Cadillac cloak and the jewel wasp’s sting can kill you.

About Xavier Reyna More From Issue No. 8