Dear Mothman: A Novel in Verse

by Robin Gow

I hope you have people who make you feel less alone. If you don’t I can be that for you.

I wanted to tell you, Mothman, that I’m not the only person who will understand you. There are so many people who would appreciate all your weirdness and your red, glowing eyes and your huge wings and your moth-body.

It seems to me that “monsters” are almost always misunderstood— that “monster” is what people become when other people are afraid of them for being different. People like me are called monsters sometimes.

I picture a little house there that no one else can reach. Sometimes I wish I could just live there and then no one could make me feel like this.