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Aside for Frankenstein
Is it true that for the absence of love,
your inspiration is fear? You must not
have had too much consolation and
companionship throughout your life
then. Who am I to ask for your friendship?
I’ve only got a few dollars to spare either
way. Walking down the aisles of the
Manhattan Bridge, sauntering in desperation
for the moving wind to graze my skin
as I linger over Water; sounding of cars
bleeding through my ears, feeling a terse
rhythm beneath me; a thump, a screech,
a honk, and repeat. I realize now how
slowly time passes without a companion
you so desire. I realize this avenue of
self-care. Yet, is the morning’s sunrise
equally motivating if the night’s day be
spent alone? Have faith in humanity.
That is my Aside.
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This poem plays on the central theme of Shelley’s Frankenstein, Or, the Modern Prometheus: rejection. The theme of this poem is faith. Children learn to adopt a certain virtue of faith as they are growing up, whether that be during kindergarten, trusting one’s partner with the stowing away of one’s crayons, or during middle school, inviting one’s friends to one’s house for the weekend. Yet, to completely shun oneself from humanity due to humanity’s inability to accept one’s differences is horrific. I wrote this poem while gradually realizing the counterintuitiveness of Frankenstein, wherein the creator is the real monster.