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Halloween in Portland

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 Weiss

Lenore Weiss

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 non-fiction reader for the Mud Season Review and lives in Oakland, California with Zebra the Brave and Granola the Shy.
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