Patrick Bower

cold Halloweens when kids had to wear
long johns under ghost-sheets

clumsy propping up bones
fuzzy spider web doorbells

rumors of

certain candy-coated foreign objects
in the hoards we carried home

a rush of footsteps in the hall
claws grabbing at our baggies

needles! the parents screamed

as we wiped
choco-strawberry glaze on
the backs of our sleeves

needles! we screamed too
and poked at each other’s eye
balls with sticky fingers

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Patrick Bower lives in New York City, where he writes copy for a living. His poems have appeared in The Corner Club Press, 805 Lit, Sheila-Na-Gig, Lit.cat, and New York Dreaming.