excuses. Your work mate
next door neighbour
are far more scary. How imperfect
does a person need to be
to be called a monster?
Must we see them as inhuman,
not human but animal, an it
that invades our personal space
that sees us as things to be made
insecure, unsafe, violated.
Smash the glasses of our celebration
of life, cut their hands on our shattered
homeliness and friendship
bleed all over our complacency.