Form: Poetry
Written: Spring 2012

“Likewise, tell the older women to be reverent
in behavior, not to be slanderers or slaves to drink.” – Titus 2:3

It was the big-bad monster underneath our beds.
We were taught to fear it, avoid it, just say no to it.

We feared its skin of scales and craters, the colors
of cancerous kidneys. We knew of its disguises, its lies.

But who knew that in its claws was skinny little you,
sick from sneaking vodka from underneath the sink.

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