While reading a treatise on zero democracy law

Little brother pushed his fingertips against


Chapter One

he pressed so hard that his bones

tunneled out

The librarian leaned over and said,

That was my favorite

chapter too.

The pages got wet.

Little brother felt embarrassed, holding bones in front of his eyes.

Took a first step, his long foot bones in his left pushed through and cut into his sock.

He took a knee

nothing hurt.

I have


things I have to do before I crumble like a pot roast

The first is that I have to tell someone

I love you librarian

His hand limped at his wrist like a rubber glove caught on a watch.

Fetch me a blackboard! Fire up the projector!

If I kill a man we have determined the exact number of years that is worth.

Another number of years if I rob him or if I hit him or slander him.

Dollar amount too.

Think about that for a bit.

whole library quiet

Little brother outlining the principles of how we do what we do. His arm moved fast and shook off muscle and sinew and detritus.

You know, the extra stuff.
The way it happened was hard to explain

Have you seen an old screwballer where a man gets a

living lobster hooked up to his fingers and tries to shake it off?

It was like that but with blood.

little brother

human candle

so much verticality in the way he fell staggered

The third thing he needed to do was this:

I’m sorry.

is what it should have sounded like but he had only a


of a tongue remaining, the rest having sluiced past

little brother no jaw melted like a pile of clothing at ankle.

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