SAUCE

Henry and I talked
about the taste of blood.

“What do you think it tastes like?” I asked. “I think it tastes like tomato sauce.”

Tomato sauce tastes like like tomato sauce,” he said, “and blood is blood.”

I know it sounds dark, but Henry is happy. But not like me. He’s just he way he is. But maybe the way I will be. I mean

A while ago, I liked to write stories that started here and ended there. Now I am more like Henry. I like stories to start here, as usual, but I prefer it if they end here. If I am lucky, I will be happy, like Henry, and I will like it here, and stay and who knows? Maybe Henry will be happy, like me, over there.


IMAGE above of Picasso with a light pen, and Walt Disney behind him

® mr. crispy flotilla, 2008