The Alpha Female Writes In Her Diary Poem by Julia Luber

And in the Aftermath of this wild and great mythical beast,
the alpha female film maker director escapes into her diary for some peace.
She just no long truly really feels like her great self anymore-in control,
in directorial grace, in power with her name on the door.

But the door's been in the woods, on the farm, round and abouttown,
wherever the crime was, whatever cretin nefarious gangsters were around.
But being in the wake of a vicious mythical monster is just not the same.
In being human too, she could see right through their criminal game.

But a monster has no rules of being human in its nature,
one can't put on an act, use stylized deception to discover,
kind of simply, date her. Sure our director would use all
the tricks in the book. Investigating Human crime/ butter to a cook.

But this was the monster's territory. She had no power nor control
over what it is the people would later see. She could not write this script,
she could not expose this beast. Not knowing its size was not the problem
in the least. Mercurial and twisted, what power had Creation invested?