Halloween night, in a persona I’ve never become
I bewitched and twitched wearing a black and orange striped elevated hat
spider web marked cape, charcoal knee high black boots. And carrying
a tiny broom made of dead leaves.
When I was a child
Pulsating black lights glimpsed
through house doors smiling wide. Streaming organ music
fake howls, yells, signaled candy would flood
my wrinkled paper sack.
Puff it into a brown balloon piñata
of chocolates, marshmallows, caramels, suckers amid occasional
cigarettes thrown in by adult pranksters.
Long ago, candy was my Halloween.
Whether my costume was a princess, comic book figure, pirate, ghost,
fairy, witch- it didn’t matter
In play, these roles were ribbons in my hair.
At night, I shed them,
like a young snake.