Halloween

not so funny, how the masks disapear on halloween.

like devils with no defense.


we’ve succesfully torn

ourselves from limb to limb just as others

we’ve known have always wished upon us


not so funny, how we’ve both disapeared

without the tenuous hold of dime store elastic

pulling at the small hairs of our necks and keeping

things together the way they do for children.


we dance for our own ghosts and not for each

other in this attic we call home


maybe this year we can call all our old lives

finally saying “goodbye” to them and a shy


“hello” to one another as we reappear

naked and naked and naked and not so funny in our bed.