
In 8th grade English we had to read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and write a poem about it.
I got the gist of the book – It wasn’t the monster’s fault. And that was very relatable to me.
My poem got an A, and they even wanted to put it in the school paper.
“No,” I said.
“Really?” they said, “but it’s so good.”
“No,” I said.
So it never went in the paper.
People who relate to monsters do shit like that sometimes. It’s not their fault.
I think I want to be in the paper now.
–June 2018, Boulder, CO… first appeared as finalist in Boulder Weekly’s 101 Word Story Contest