He giggles loudly at the dinner table after perfectly timing his burp and his fart, leaving us to assess which one is stinkier. He reads dirty magazines about male strippers and secret Chinese massages, and commingles them in our guest bathroom with mom's books on breathing, meditation and Hindu deities. Right now he’s in Vegas with a group of guys in their 70s, and has my dad's cell phone, which we only just discovered when my mother tried to call my dad, and instead, some sexy-voiced, teenaged tramp answered.
Ajay Vishwanathan, published in over 40 literary journals, including elimae, Haggard and Halloo, and Boston Literary Magazine, lives in a world of words and viruses. He has an obsession for one, appreciation for another. His world is based in Atlanta, Georgia.
“Out of Line” by K. R. Copeland, 2009