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,

then

sweet and supple

untruths,

sprinkled with saucy sensual

half truths,

all mixed between surprising

soaked sacred truths.

Meh,

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.