Halloween: Pregnancy Test Negative/Blood Sugar HighJenny Browne
The Salvadoran kids still don’t get it. A door opens; three scream treat me, treat me. I kneel to tie the devil’s shoelaces. A small cow coughs on the corner. The chicken crosses the road for the Snickers. Forget the red box of raisins, a virgin apple. The perfect egg above us descends untouched. There goes a Freudian Slip, the woman with Penis Envy penned in purple marker. It bleeds through the satiny fabric stretched tight across her bouncing belly. Dress me as envy, just another end of the month trick or treat. I should have come as the woman always late for a train eyes ablaze, skirt in flames. On the sidewalk’s dark wings I wait with someone else’s baby squirming in my arms. She sharks one empty breast then pulls my jaw down by the teeth.
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