Poetess : I have a Halloween story.
I was in Halloween make up, art work by me.
In hand made costume by me too.
Inner voice: let me guess.
What never changed in years..
Poetess takes every word as compliment.
Poetess: a prostitute, my high school dream,
With a stroller, my kid dressed like a bunny, all in pink.
I am going from supermarket, few bags, stroller and me dressed beautifully.
A car stopping by and People are looking and saying hi.
