11:59 Forever
A Halloween poem... It’s Halloween night and you’re 16 Coming off a boring shift at the grocery store And looking forward to doing nothing and falling asleep You hear the kids outside It sounds like fun Fun has never been for you But you see someone enter the dark space to your room It’s you, it’s me! You don’t believe… I’m in a long black robe with a black wig And my eyes and lips are painted Our eyes and lips are painted No they’ll laugh at you But I smile “I know you Allison __ Shuttup, yes, you are Allison Take my hand” I extend it You’re too scared You love the comfort and safety So fuck it I GRAB your hand… And we are here Halloween night The West Village 24 years later When people asked what my costume was I didn't know what to say at first Eventually, it came to me... I am the ghost of Halloween past That was queer magic That was you, at last getting to have fun Let’s go in this bar And see… And see! See ...