Senator Minotaur thinks of the only boy he kissed, the one who wanted to fly and eventually did. The Senator remembers the sea salt on the boy’s neck, the boy’s hands on the small of the Senator’s back after, a goodbye before the boy attempted his escape from their labyrinthian orphanage. The Senator tried swimming out to where the boy fell but his arms quit a quarter of the way. The Senator’s position on marriage has always been that it’s between a male and a female, his campaign manager says to a reporter; the Senator struggles not to correct him.

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