Krazy Kat, Bert the Kat

To fictive environments blood is the fee. —James Merrill The door’s not closed, not locked anyway— so Bert the Kat crashes— and we can’t call the cops— we don’t anyway— maybe I invited him. One eye sports an eye patch, like he’s a pirate on a skateboard or something. He’s way too skinny; he’s wasted,Continue reading “Krazy Kat, Bert the Kat”