True Beasts

The true beasts of my imagination,
wild and fierce, joyful in their power,
though also charged through and through with terror
came along with me to kindergarten

I collected them from the small patch of woods
that I passed on my walk to Taylor School
they had nothing else to do, came gladly,
we sat alone at the back of the rug

Mrs. Rifesnider disapproved of me,
she was not in the least curious, why
I held aloof, could not imagine I
was protecting the class from my fell beasts

true progenitors of my sweetest friend,
poetry monster who is singing me