spooked
Oct 31, 2009
green man this year
your mom and dad turned out porch lights
locked the door, no appetite for tricks
little chocolate bars, ghoul or ghost;
this Halloween it’s all too real—
blood-soaked bandages, the screams—
oh my God, David,
a car. rolling slowly slowly up our street
flashlighting addresses
oh my God
do I imagine do I hear
the telephone ring ring ring?
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