This poem came out of the September 18, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from DW user avia. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the Monster House series, and you can read more about that on the Serial Poetry page.
After the Infamous Bathroom Incident
(for which the monster in the closet had apologized)
my girl and I talked about our special housemates.
"I only found out about mine
when I got evicted from my old house,"
I explained. "How long have you known yours?"
"All my life," she said.
"He came with me from home
when I left for college."
I tried to imagine the troll in our basement
squeezing into a college dorm room.
"That must have been something," I said.
"Oh, it was," she said. "Most of the time,
he stayed in the basement of my residence hall,
but the heat in my room was iffy, so yeah. Awkward."
"Wasn't he lonely?" I asked.
"Nah, there was a nixie in the water heater.
Next hall over had a ghost and a kitsune, so they visited."
"That sounds like fun," I said.
"That Halloween, some of the monsters did a panty raid,
and the girls on my floor were too drunk to scream."
I laughed so hard, I fell off the couch.
"I wish I could have been there," I said.
"I would've loved to see that."
She showed me the Polaroids.