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,
,
,
blarg blarg beasts
they waved their arms like noodles
splayed legs meander through the bedroom
if you get close to another blarg blarg, give them a big hug!
i blarg-ed Mama.
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he said i was a ready monster.
ready, reaady, reaaady
flapping little arms like a t-rex
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i’m an oig monster
walking through the kitchen
hunched over
bent chicken wing arms
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a baoulu baoulu
hovers around the safe zone
breast strokes to swoop
kids hopping off their beds
dragged into the dark
—August 2023
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I love your poem. I can see your children bouncing around you ... the monster. Also, I really liked the lettering for golf and wondered how you did that long flat stroke. Beautiful.