Young Frankenstein


This phrase came to mind

Out of the season’s time:

When the veil fails, speaking

Of Hallowe’en


This is what those of ancient

Lore believed—that gossamer-

Iron webs and steel-misty


Vapors held the other side

On a spellbound, ritualed



Except for


This one time each year


I don’t know what this means;

The child in me didn’t



I dressed colorfully, unusually


Looked through eyeholes

Of masks sweated ’round

The fabric on my face


I was young and relatively



To run my neighborhood


Receiving chocolate reward

For feeling the thrill of cool

Air as more night rushed

Over my skin,


Through folds in costumes,


The faster that I moved