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for Halloween I was Freddy Krueger writing a novel,
you were that guy who created the electronic cigarette and therefore
introduced the word vaping,
which we all agreed was a travesty.
Or you were Joan of Arc before God showed up.
Or didn’t. Or simply went crazy.
And I was the Chicago that invented the Manual of Style.
Everyone thought I was a city. I wasn’t. I was a dude.
Or I was Dracula, if Dracula was a guy
who wished he was a girl
who dressed like a guy.
And you were Joseph after Jesus
got all famous and uppity and forgot where he came from;
you drank Jameson all-night and talked sourly about the Catholics
who thought your wife was such a cool piece of ass.
Or I was the small Chinese man overseeing
the filling of bottles that hold the solution
used to clean the glass screens of iPhones
in the FoxConn factory in China,
the one that is giving everyone nerve damage.
And you shook all night long.
And we won all of the prizes.
Sampson, we have so much fucking candy.
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