First Viewing of Frankenstein (1931)

I sit upon a couch. I’m thirteen years old,

Watching a movie that’s black and white and old.

It’s supposed to scare me, but I find I sympathize

With a monster with pale skin 

and sunken eyes.  

 I have stitches too, accompanied by pale scar tissue. 

His  are visible on his cheeks and head ,, mine on my left foot and leg.

along my left foot and leg. 

Now we are even more alike.

Now that I am older,

I truly understand

what it’s like to be an outsider.

It made my eyes a little wider.

To this day, I understand.