Monstrilio

I like saying, It’s fine. It’s a lie that seems smaller.

One summer, I caught M eating a couple of crows in his backyard.

most traces of his earlier form vanished. A patch of fur on his forehead and his fangs

After my divorce from Magos, I’d found singledom easy.

Was he about to tell me these two years together had been a prank?

I hired women to bathe me, not just on Mondays but any day I needed them. Almost every day. More often than not I had sex with them. My insomnia continued.

“Papi?” Monstrilio said, his voice pitchier.

There was a person inside Monstrilio, at least anatomically.

“There’s nothing here, no discernible organs, bones, or cartilage.

The rain got fatter.