Savanna “How the heck did you end up on the floor so fast?“ my Auntie asked. It happened in a flash, and in that blink of an eye, I surmised that like still waters, Dante was a man dark and unplumbed depths. So why didn't he scare me? Nearly every man I'd met, since Mathew became a delusional, hard-up lunatic, frightened the piss out of me. I tried to wipe the grin that wanted to drape itself across my features off of my face. Just one encounter with the beefy construction du

Dante “Just don't flex too hard if you like that shirt.” My cousin Carlos remarked as we got dressed at the gym that morning. “Funny.” I had to say the word. It wasn't possible for my face to form an expression of amusement, or for my lips to curve into a smile. My features had turned to stone on that day the cops came to my construction site and delivered news that shoved my heart so far beneath the ice it hadn’t yet defrosted. So yeah, fuck it. Carrot cake. For the first ti