It’s Howloween

Long ago we learned the trick of braiding paper into chains when glued

together became a paper cloth. Prison does not approve of inmates in disguise.

Although many of my friends and family have trouble recognizing me in the

visiting park. Like Disney's trick of painting

Buildings unmemorable in bye bye blue.

Forget me too in this dress hued sayanora

uniform erasure a costume to brush

me from your thoughts and eyes.

Hidden behind high gun towers

or in between the fences tangled

razor. I popped the blade out of its lurid safety orange casing such

a flimsy thing susceptible to teeth and the clawing of nails. Armed by

contraband I use it to cut my piece of paper cloth, black as night,

dark as fright, beware the monsters there be here. Lay each

piece flat, paint toothpaste mixed with wet crackers I have

mashed to a pulp along the seams of my creation.

For tomorrow is Howloween and the service

dog Ariel shall be disguised as a witch in

paper cape and hat at the annual service

dog in training parade down the center of

this prison.