I sit in the dimness
Surrounded by jack-o-lanterns and costumes
While the sounds and smells of Autumn revelry fill the air
And Cheshire smiles from made-up faces
Shine through at me.
I sit in the dimness
Enveloped in the black cloak
That I cut
From the cloth of loneliness,
And drink.
I sit in the dimness
Where people pass and greet me
Where men stop to talk
With question marks shining from eyes
That scan up and down like yo-yos.
I sit in the dimness
And wish
That my glass would sprout a label saying “drink me”
And upon drinking
I would shrink
And climb inside
Escaping to Wonderland with a splash.
But rather than being made by me
The tiny splashes, barely heard
Are from my tears falling down
One by one
As I sit in the dimness
And weep.