Tuesday, March 19, 2013


I wonder if

when monsters go to bed at night,

they ask their parents to double-check for humans

under their beds and behind their closet doors;

because they’ve heard stories about a world where

men storm into movie theatres carrying nothing but a gun and a broken heart or a blind grudge

and where women confuse dumpsters for bassinets, as they lay their newborn infants down

alongside any trace of compassion left in their bodies.

Stories in which

liars live in mansions and honest men die in the streets.

I wonder if we’re the true monsters.

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