Halloween Costume

I take off my raven coat

smoothing the feathers

with black fingers

in silence.

Now I am

how you want me to be.

If not, we wait

to conjure up the right words.

They sneak between us

like wild mice

and roll the dark pumpkin

to the middle of our bed.

Without thinking

we grab knives,

carving faces into a fluted skin

deeper than we can see.

The seeds do not spill into our hands.

You hold up a candle.

I show glistening eyes

and a narrow mouth.

What now will lead me to ask

the trick question:

How can I be

what you want me to be?

Dennis Noson

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