for Victor Valdovinos
Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters,’ without immediately turning the monsters into pets.
—Jacques Derrida
There’s a monster in the closet
a monster ’neath the bed
a monster in the torchglow
messing with my head
There’s a monster in the lights!out!
a monster in the night
a monster through the keyhole
numbing me with fright
There’s a monster in my comic book
a monster at the store
a monster like a shadowman
lurking by the door
There’s a monster in the kitchen
a monster on the stair
a monster here in bed with me
clutching at my hair
There’s a monster in the crowds
a monster when alone
a monster with his lechery
breathing down the phone
There’s a monster in the locker room
a monster, too, at school
a monster has his eyes on me
swimming in the pool
There’s a monster in the driver’s seat
a monster giving wood
a monster pushing into me
straddling the hood
There’s a monster at the movies
a monster in the loo
a monster with a wagging dick
waiting there for you
There’s a monster in the future
a monster in my past
a monster in the present, there—
I’ve said it now, at last