January Monster

by Zachary Schomburg

It is January.

It rises up out of the ice
and puts on

a pair of pants
then outgrows

the pair of pants.

It lives in a house
then outgrows

the front door.

When it breaks
through the roof

you see
its silhouette

against
a red light.

You think it will bite
your face off

but it will not bite
your face off.

Published on February 26, 2008
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