Re-set the system.
Destroy all monsters.
Resuscitate them.
We’re even.
—Suzanne Stein
I’ll say! Only
I didn’t.
But if I did,
I would have.
The joke’s
on me, of course.
It always is, thought
the monster, all the way
to the bank in
Denver (the one
in the movie that
doesn’t get
blown up). Speak-
ing of exploding
... ... ... Oh, hi.
I wanted to tell you
(wanted to say)
that only just now
(right here, today)
I signed my life away,
away!! On the
Happiness Spectrum
(were there ever such
a thing), I’d be about
a ten. As in Bo?
asked Frankenstein,
with all of the earnest-
ness of a pink polka-
dotted mini-dress.
Press regress.
(Not regrets.) I’m
picking you up
at SFO tomorrow.
Be a chum and
bring some bootie,
will you? For the
one-legged baby?
I love you more
than all of the
other monsters.
