Okay, I will admit
I am lonely
but only for a monster.
I met a monster like myself once
and we were in love many monster years
and it ended monstrously.
The destruction was ecstasy,
our ecstatic destruction destroyed
so many people and places
it was absolutely wonderful
and we just kept flying
because Monstrosity Gives you Wings.
We destroyed the Tokyo of therapy
over and over together.
Oh it was something like beautiful.
But other people got exhausted
and scientists managed to beat us down
into submission just like in Godzilla movies.
You decided we should give up
the monster game and so we did
after crying many monster tears.
Both of us married non-monsters
then and refashioned our lives
into loves that were not monstrous.
I don’t miss you, First Monster,
the one who took my monster virginity,
but sometimes imagine another monster
entering the monstrosity of my life
and destroying the monstrous calm
I pretend to be
who could scratch off this human skin
human Halloween costume I wear now
and restore me to my youth,
which like all monsters
I believe is probably eternal.