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Fractured Heel

 Eirik Gumeny
 Eirik Gumeny
Fractured Heel
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Eirik Gumeny is over six feet tall and enjoys sugar. Originally from the highway-choked suburbs of New Jersey, he now lives in the more desert of New Mexico. He is very pale and it is very sunny, so he will probably combust any day now. He has still never seen a coyote, though he has eaten lunch with a roadrunner. Eirik is the author of the Exponential Apocalypse series, co-author of Screw the Universe, founding/former editor of Jersey Devil Press, and a folder of origami cranes. His short fiction has been published in a number of journals and anthologies, including Thieves Jargon, Kaleidotrope, and Monkeybicycle, and two of his stories have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His plays have been workshopped in New York City, his resumes have gotten a number of his friends jobs, and his doodles occasionally make it onto the refrigerator.
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for the first time in over six weeks
i am going to stand up while i take a shower.
given this information, and the danger inherent in it,
what i need from you
is your solemn vow
that, should i fall and impale my self on the faucet,
you will call laura
and—utilizing those evil,
downright diabolical,
machinations of your brain—
somehow trick her into entering my apartment
so that she is the one to discover my wet, bloody corpse.
this will be my ultimate revenge against her.
not only will she be overcome with grief at my death,
not only will she be racked with regret
over backing out of visiting me last week,
but she will actually stagger,
at the sudden and permanent realization that our love can never be.
surely, if nothing else,
my broken body will convey to her the myriad happinesses
we could have had together
if only she wasn’t her.
her knees will grow weak at the notion.
—and i feel we’ve been friends long enough that i can tell you this—
i am hung like a fucking whale.
i want her to know this, to actually know this,
to see my scrawny body, mangled and dead,
with the six pounds of flesh between my thighs still dangling,
taunting her,
until she is so overwhelmed
that she actually collapses to the ground and weeps,
a broken and useless woman forevermore.
i know this is a difficult thing to ask of someone,
but you are a terrible person.
and, besides,
she has a truly magnificent chest.
each heaving sob that you elicit
is one more moment in which you can stare at her tits
without fear of being caught.
consider this my gift to you, karl,
to make up for years of a one-sided, often thankless friendship,
and the fact that i still owe you three hundred dollars.
can you, will you do this for me?

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