I always loved Halloween:
not the candy – big deal! –
not the scary, spooky stuff,
but the luxury
of being someone else,
walking through the dark,
giddy with freedom,
as not myself.

I made a list weeks ahead
of the possible pseudonyms
I could assume,
the alter egos hidden within,
the secret identities
and multiple personalities,
so different from me,
weighing my options.

And then I’d choose one –
craft a costume,
a disguise that, not so much
hid who I was, as
made me who I wished to be,
displaced inadequate me
with better, stronger, famous,
more heroic someone else –

- anybody else.

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There’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come—the readiness is all. - Hamlet, Act 5, sc 2