monster hunting

i want you to look under your bed

and watch the creatures gurgle and gargle 

have you forgotten about them?



here’s how to remember:

imagine a universe decorated by Pixar flair 

your emotions masquerade as Monsters, Inc.™

branded, with their names capitalized

capitalizing on your wispy wellbeing

they lurk in the swamps and sewers of your mind

the bog of untreated waste, bogging down your soul 



or so it appears on the surface



your monsters are just

banished versions of you

expressed as lessons worth repeating 



Joy is nourishing 

Anger is enlivening, 

Boredom is revealing

that moment your voice cracks puberty-style from animation or anxiety

that moment your dance turns into a groove so uninhibited and unhinged

that moment your rage boils and bursts like an untamed pressure cooker

that moment your heart fully surrenders to the gateway drug of a crush



these are when the monsters come out to play



you can

zap the monsters with a clown gun

shrink them into itty bitty critters

time them out like bratty babies 

squeak squeak squeak



or instead

give them a hearty hug

for all the spooks they’ve helped scare away 

for all the negativity they’ve turned into novelty



when the sunsets sink into earth’s pit

when you snug into your cozy sleepy fit

remember to check under your bed once in a while

to give your monsters a reassuring smile