Halloween in Portland
written by: Lenore Weiss
There’s a motel in vampire land
Where spider plants grow baby bats
And zombies float face down inside bathtubs.
I wear a black mask that covers my nose and mouth.
Trees scream red and orange and offer little resistance.
The desk receptionist with pointy horns
Says I lack the right number of digits.
Two to a customer. I shiver.
Outside, gas stations give transfusions of fresh blood.
It begins to rain. I don’t know where I am.
My tears flow pumpkin-flavored.
Lenore’s poetry collections form a trilogy about love, loss, and being mortal: Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island (West End Press, 2012); Two Places (Kelsay Books, 2014), and The Golem (Hakodesh Word Press, 2017). Her most recent poetry chapbook is From Malls to Museums (Ethelzine, 2020). Alexandria Quarterly Press published her prize-winning flash fiction chapbook, Holding on to the Fringes of Love. She is a reader for the Mud Season Review and lives in Oakland, California with Zebra the Brave and Granola the Shy. Lenore serves as the Associate Creative Nonfiction (CNF) Editor for the Mud Season Review. Her environmental novel Pulp into Paper is forthcoming from Atmosphere Press.
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