He Is a Monster Man
He is a monster man, all kinds of greens.
Oranges and yellows even. He glows in the dark.
I thought my eight-year-old was exaggerating.
Could not fathom such a phantom
Until he walked out of her closet
while I was reading her a bedtime story.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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