I sometimes wonder if I am a monster.

I tell myself that is the wrong question.

What is the right question?

• What is a monster?
• Who isn’t a monster?
• Are monsters bad?

Who knows.

What Monster?

I can shrug off the weight of reality once more.

I can avoid the question of what I am.

I can also define myself by the good.

What bad do I really do?

What good do I do?

Who is keeping score?

I am. Only me.

I can be whatever I want.

Do I want to be a monster?

What purpose does that serve?

Maybe none.