My Monster kid
carries a hotel bar of soap
when I see her.
She thinks she’s gonna catch me
catching her cussing.
My Monster kid
clips Sunday coupons
when I see her.
She hold her scissors with one hand
and begs from the yellow kitchen.
My Monster kid
lies on the floor
when I see her.
She lies to all of us about mathematics
Then screams into the bathroom mirror.
My monster kid
only sees herself
only hears her words
when she talks to herself,
holding a hotel bar of soap.