Tomorrow is Hallowe’en, and at my house pumpkins are carved and costumes are (mostly) ready. Like runners on blocks, we are taut and ready to burst into a candy-eating sprint.
Below is a poem I wrote last Hallowe’en entitled “Costumes.” It appeared in my second book, Event Horizon. For fun, I’ve also posted a couple pictures of our pumpkins this year. Happy Hallowe’en!
Costumes The costume sits on a chair in my bedroom. Hallowe’en is past but I’m not ready to get rid of it. I spent so much time thinking about how to make it. Then I freaked out because I left the making of it ‘til the night before; I courted the edge like a desperate man on a roof. In the end, I wore it a little while, and that was it. All that delicate, sweat-beading assembly gone in the space of a lit fuse. I am tempted to spit a surly soliloquy about how pointless everything is. But I think I might be pointless when I give so much attention to masks and make up.