Monster Me

Was I the monster
that you’d been
looking for?
All scales and spit,
fire and wit,
sex and breath and truth:
no wait,
that’s a violent lie,
more honesty, Megan.
There were sorrow
and satire truths,
sweet and supple
sprinkled with saucy sensual
half truths,
all mixed between surprising
soaked sacred truths.

I don’t know,
maybe I was tired
of everything being
upside down,
tilted on crooked horizontal lines
that went out into
the universe
with such an arrogance
about their immortality
that the goddamn gods
had to come from
all corners
of the stratospheres
to demonstrate
the colder side of living forever.

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