Member Poem

Oh, Chupacabra!
Your brimstone voice, your low growl
has stolen my heart.

Clever little hands—
perfect to hold chicken necks
and cling to goat backs.

Wrinkled, hairless skin
means no shedding on my floor
or hair in my bed.

Fridays we’d snuggle
while watching scary movies.
I’d feed you popcorn

and chicken gizzards
and kiss your toothy, fanged snout—
inseparable.

Two kindred spirits…
the friendliest of monsters
no longer alone.