by Henry Bladon
the hitman from Zermatt
a Glock 9mm handgun,
has a grand piano in his kitchen
Fauvist paintings on the walls,
eats tea cakes
bathes in seaweed,
the weekend he writes elegiac poetry
memory of his late mother.
believes that incognito is a term
reserved for reluctant spies.
purple Mercedes has a red leather interior
a nodding dog on the dashboard
is appreciated by his cat, Herr Hoffmaier,
likes to tease the toy as if it were a mouse.
school, Hermann’s English teacher wrote, “judging by his essays,
is likely to become a psychopath.”
thinks it a shame that his life script
Henry is based in Somerset,
the UK. He is a writer of short fiction and poetry, with a PhD in literature
and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. He is the author
of several poetry collections, and his work can be seen in Poetica Review,
Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, Lunate, and Yellow Mama,
among other places.