Halloween
Act I
Cowboys : clowns : cats :
zombies : mummies : vampires
veiled in gashes :
cuts : contusions :
black eyes : dried blood
all stand outside Metro,
waiting for Bedford’s set.
We walk through the cafe
give hugs and high-fives
as we wedge
through the crowd.
In a short skirt and halo of pipe cleaners,
Rianna calls herself an angel.
Nice costume, cheater, I laugh as I hug her.
Guess who?
Calloused hands cover my eyes
Dave, hey, I turn around,
give him a hug,
Where is your costume? Why
aren’t you ever any fun? I say.
I’m here to see you, isn’t that enough?
I could be out shredding with my friends.
I lean into him, smell the faint scent of soap
under the layers of sweat — shove my hand into his
back pocket, kiss his neck, Always have to be
a hard ass, huh? I pull away.
Can I come over later? He says.
Act II
The mass of schoolgirls : pirates : devils
: packs of robots and spacemen :
and even Charlie Chaplin laugh : shout :
sway to the rhythm
the energy in the air.
Arms swing : bodies slam
into arms : bodies
adrenaline : pleasure
unrestrained
slam dance
climb on stage : grab the mic
scream : dive
into the pit : heels smash
shoulders : bruises become
trophies
before the set is over.
The humid air :
thick : breath : sweat.
I scream along : every song
move : the pulse of the crowd
hand above my head :
throb : along : with the room
hit : air : on the hard beats
I stumble : drenched bodies
crash into me.
Act III
Voices hoarse,
costumes soaked,
makeup melted,
morph between
who we were
and who we will be
tomorrow.