I used to see monsters when I was little… The first one was in Berlin,
Germany. I’m not saying this as some artistic, metaphorical thing to make you think
that I am gifted or some shit. It happened. I awoke in my bunk
bed in some shit hole apartment that my mother paid for working in
German soldier bars. It was small and smelled like cat piss. I got spanked one time for
flushing the rent money down the toilet. It looked so pretty swirling ’round and ’round.
But not to get away from the subject…. I woke up…And I felt this
teeeeeeeeny little weight on my toe. My left foot. My left foot toe.
And I peaked from the covers… slightly…. slowly…. and there she was…. watching me.
Her face wrinkled like old laundry in the washing bin
She laughed at me… She moved like saw dust and broken glass
I threw my face back into the pillow because I knew if I waited it out, my mother would eventually come in the room and she would be gone