MONSTERS

the day is full of monsters but at night they go to sleep and we are free to walk in peace around their stomping grounds, shrieking miniature godzillas come to crush the dozing city under scaly clawed feet. time to pretend: I want to see you out here aching from your laughter, stopped up in your awe gazing out at some great work of mother nature thinking “we mean nothing,” I want to carry you though you’re twice my size, want to feed you in the mornings and the nights, want to hear your stomach gurgle in my ear and put makeup on while you take a shit, want to fight you until you love me back.

but the day is full of monsters: I’ll wait for the cover of darkness.

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