Monster Ego

Slighted light beams shine against the hard plastic of the visible glass looking
Optic sunflower seeds
Ghost sheets and Dirty cots
And the cushioned walls have become gray, lethargic; inner and outer rott.



I wrote this poem a few years ago for my first creative writing class at the South Louisiana Community College for Dr. Gaither. I was probably seventeen. Any poems that I label 'old' were most likely written around this time, including "Marilyn."

I would like to thank Dr. Gaither now--even though he'll probably never know it--he is one of the main reasons I decided to continue on in the Creative Writing program at UL.

--Lindsay