Halloween
A poem to find love during the witching hour
the pumpkins are freshly
cut eye-holes big enough
for your tongue to slide
through Goosebumps
on the TV and you laugh
like a Jack-O-Lantern and
I’m lit inside with tea
lights and seeds of oozing
guts you talk to me
I’m begging you to
with my witch-light
eyes rising goosebumps fast
forward the show
we’re not watching
how you don’t notice
the girls on either side
of the broken-in couch
I’m sinking you pull
me up I open like the top
of a pumpkin purple
glow from the front porch
paints your coffee-teeth
brilliant shades of
I want you
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