Good Boy, by John Bonanni

Bobo gripped the grilled cheese sandwich and lifted it to his mouth. Droplets of yellow over three layers of oily and crusty bread. He felt the warm ooze sink in between his teeth. Momma was good to him. He would consume the contents of the plate, even if he felt full halfway through his meal. He was careful not to drink too much milk to conserve room in his belly. He finished off the milk, and with a wetted finger wiped every crumb off the plate. He would never leave crumbs again. His whipping scars still needed time to heal.