Alissa Nutting

I was

slightly taller than Evan in a way that made me feel half-god to his mortal: every time we made out I had to bend down to reach his lips.

finding brief solace from my sexual frustrations in texts depicting ancient battles of

fervent bloodshed.

It made me think of the ice cream punch served at junior high school dances.

my whole body yearned

Their urges would grow up right alongside them like a shadow. They’d never feel their

libido a deformed thing to be kept chained up in the attic of their mind and to only be fed in secret after dark.

I wanted to remind

him that desire was only human but figured that was probably just what he’d expect the devil to say.