Monstrilio

by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

Santiago would sit under the dogwood and draw monsters.

He stared at Joseph with big, beady eyes and showed his fangs, still bloody. “I’m sorry.”

M found out he enjoyed art. Art had no answer, he said, and no right way to be.

I say I remember warmth. But I don’t say I miss my fur. I don’t say I’m hungry because my hunger is what makes everyone scared. They are happy to believe I forgot how they maimed me.

THE MAN IN THE BUNNY STORY repairs all the damage the bunnies caused to his friend’s apartment. Still, he jumps off the balcony. Takes all eleven bunnies with him.

I WALK ALONE TO THE DOGWOOD TREE.