A Po-em

Monster

Why are you
Making your downward spiral
So public?
Pointing fingers of blame
In every direction
Except one

I’m thinking
This is the only way
You can make sense
Of your love life
Career
Yourself

Sometimes
Creation happens where you
Least expect it

Just like
You’ve been working
At your kids for years
Without knowing it

One day
They’ll see your love
As scrawny and monstrous
And run
In the opposite direction

And you’ll never
Understand why
As you shamble
Through the countryside
Throwing little girls
Into the river
When you’ve run
Out of daisies