Monstrilio

by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

Sometimes I felt as if all the care he bestowed upon me was simply to keep himself from discovering what I hid.

They’d form a support group but soon grow to hate one another because what they needed wasn’t acknowledgment or empathy or closure; it was escape.

Magos ranted about how friendly Berliners were, much more than she had imagined, and how fantastic Berlin was, and how everyone loved art. Lena and I agreed because the wind was full of oxygen and it was crisp and the city was dark and the ground firm and we were together.

felt a richness that I’d never felt before, as if I’d finally moved from a member of the audience to the main player onstage.

This is the first time Mami has called me M. But instead of saying it em, like Papi, she says eme. I like eme.