Tonight flipping through the
we find Godzilla versus
Rodan. In Japan, you tell me,
giant monster movies are
called kaiju films. Replicas of
genetic fear, I say, a pop
culture critic might say,
I say. Anyway, we say, let's
watch them pummel each other
for a while! They're stomping
and punching and swooping, swinging
their tails and obliterating
skyscrapers. Steel bridges
collapsing left and right.
But this is all too fake, I say, I want
people! And then like magic,
there they are! Like leaves
before they're raked. How
stupid, I say, they're crowding
in the shadows, can't they
see they're monster-shaped? Those two
are like Xeroxes of us, see!
A Japanese one and a white one, crumpled
on the streets of Tokyo. Then
suddenly, what's this? A love story,
exactly when you need it,
tucked in a clean laboratory, the pretty reporter
is falling for the scientist!
or is she the scientist falling for another
scientist? and me and you, we
think it might work out.
Sommer Browning goes to poetry school in Tucson, Arizona and has
poems in spork, Salt Hill, Gulf Stream Magazine,
Perihelion and others. During the eighties, she ate countless
dinners of salisbury steak while watching "Hawaii 5-O."