Monster©

Just looking out the window, procrastinating, at my lovely neighbor at the playground and I thought I'd post a poem I wrote one hot night last summer:


Behind the flawless
hedges and flowers
that decorate the
lawn, lives the monster.

You can’t see it, just
lipstick and a smile.
But late at night in
the heat, screens open,

listen and you can
hear the monster rage;
shouts, insults, slammed doors
and smacks on skin echo.

If nothing’s said, does
it think we can’t hear?
Perfect mother,
perfect life.

Monster lies.