A monster’s not a monster to another monster. At least that’s what I thought when I saw my mother-in-law talking to a statue of Stalin.

“For dinner I had seared sneer with a glaze of distant gaze, and a side of mashe…”

“A blanket could be drenched in water, frozen, and then enjoyed like a giant cot…”

“My favorite smells are freshly baked bread, the pages of an old book, and they …”

“I gathered my courage like nuts and berries, I cautiously approached her, I wai…”