cryptid in july poetry day 16, the fouke monster
a poem about the fouke monster
i rub my beautiful fur against the bark of a tree
i have lain on the floor of the forest alone on most major holidays lamenting my lack of motivation, and my financial status
my moans of despair go unnoticed
unseen, i suffer in the vast emptiness of the state park
deer run by me, ignoring my loneliness
i don’t care that i’m unhappy
i hold a degree in animal husbandry
my ex was a prominent meteorologist at a highly-ranked local news station that was independently owned by an environmentalist who believed in global warming and drove a hybrid SUV
we were happy
we moved to a small forest in Arkansas
just outside city limits
but after the miscarriage the meteorologist became moody and defensive
i divorced the meteorologist
the meteorologist went on to write several books of philosophy and was invited to speak on several well-known talk shows
i saw a picture of the meteorologist in people magazine next to an article about the anthropogenic effects of thermal pollution on the natural environment
i don't understand what's wrong with people today