Foldable Humans

#Foldable Humans

                         It were a chore what needed
                       doin’, so she gone an’ done it.   
                            Simple as Sunday.  No use   
                    quailin’ an sheddin’ no alligator  
                         tears now.  What's did is did   
                                           an’ cain't be undid.
 
 
  I've gone through this
  strange inversion regarding Halloween.
  It used to be a day of release,
  a day of hope.
 
  The one day out of the whole year
  I might have been anything.  Anyone.  
  A ballerina, a nurse.  
  A great orator, a warrior princess.
 
  It was a day of reckoning, of
  reasoning with inner selves.  
  Of imagining a better me.
  A more me me, then seeing
 
  that self reflected in the shiny
  surfaces of R2D2 costumes and
  flat, featureless Michael Meyer masks—
  somehow made far less
 
  threatening at 6:30 on a Thursday
  than at midnight on Saturday,
  huddled under blankets and stuffing
  oversalted popcorn mindlessly in our mouths,  
  
  slackjawed at the endless
  mutability of foldable humans.  
  Cowardice comes easily in the dark.
  I'm lyin'; I’m a lioness.

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