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That October Night Sue Scalf
I never knew you well. But today your obituary, my high school classmate, my age. I can remember a Halloween party, a kissing contest, dry lips hard-pressed to dry lips, and breathing through noses. I even remember what I wore, and how I hated Carla bobbing for apples and dressed like a princess. I bobbed her head under the water. I should have. It was at Mack’s house, my first real crush. And then this. You gone. Mack gone. And I am living Halloween, ragged, half-drowned. surrounded by the grotesque-- never a princess, often a clown, memory as clear as water and bright as apples that October night we won. |
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