Halloween

There is a phantom of you wandering around

our wasteland. There are no ropes keeping  you in,

I couldn’t even do that when you held me.

Dressed up as a victim still, I don’t know what you’re doing,

what job there is left for you to complete, what crumbs I left for you to feast on.

But I still taste your hands in my dreams the way the blind

taste words. It is there, but humming silently. Only vowels

strung together by dots on a page

you tore from me.

Pretending again, that I can’t remember

your true face. Every inch of you perjury when I let you see me,

my method actings finding closure with the wrong audience.

Every mask you wear I have memorized, they do not

scare me. When I tasted your halloween hands, they hammered in a final  thought:

all I am melted together with whatever parts of you shattered in me.