Do you remember when making a scary movie all you needed was a tarantula the size of a city bus?
Sometimes looking at Trump I see the spiders in his eyes.
Alright, I can’t see worth a shit, but you know what I’m talking about.
Remember when cheesy monsters were fit representations of Cold War fears?
Last night I dreamt I was in a strange hotel. Something sinister was going on just a few floors above. I asked the desk clerk what was going on but he spoke a language I couldn’t identity.
He had spiders in his eyes.
My sister fell in love with the Creature from the Blanck Lagoon when she was a kid. She knew he was a victim of neoliberalism.
I also felt this way though I favored Godzilla.
I know a man who owns the copyright for Godzilla figurines.
I once asked him if he made more money from fear or nostalgia.
“Oh, nostalgia,” he said, “everyone loves yesterday’s monsters.”
Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University
