I was in high school not all that long ago, and…
masks
I don’t have a Halloween costume this year. But I am going trick-or-treating. … …
I feel like I have to pretend I’m something I’m not just yet. May as well be an astronaut.
I’m all out on the tiles like a jigsaw puzzle dumped from its box. There’s no picture on the cover. Sometimes it looks like it’s something that someone else made great. Sometimes it looks like I put it together.
I’m sitting at a wrap-around bar. Maybe I’m slowly drinking a Jameson. I talk to anyone at bars who wants to talk to me. I’m my better self this way: approachable, kind, promising.
Or maybe I’m just me, and someone talks to me anyhow and takes a chance. (Treat.) Or I’m let down spectacularly, but it was just what I needed. (Trick.) Either way would be fantastic.
So, I’m just me. And you’re just you. We drink whiskey. We love people. We dream music. We wear masks. Trick or treat.
