Ryan Dzelzkalns — Godzilla Springtime Debutante Gala

Society is any room with people in it. None of the people are Godzilla’s people.

They all know how to curtsy and when, the swish of tulle dizzying. Clouds move in one direction but it’s hard to tell if that direction is forward.

The problem with having a life is that there are other people in it.

No amount of skin will rid Godzilla of this realization.

He knows this is a beginning, but worries what to tell his Mother—

All confessions like stupid flowers stumbling out the earth each spring. And Godzilla won’t be a garden again, having sex when he doesn’t want sex. There is nothing to do but pray, let everyone else keep getting married. Everyone dying to see what he’s learned —etiquette, mercy, relief from futility.

We all destroy the city for ourselves, but he is by far worse.

BY RYAN DZELZKALNS