It’s Halloween Night and I Will Dress Up as a Happy Woman Zhiyu Luo
It’s Halloween night and I will dress up as a happy woman.
I will dress up as a cathedral with glorious rouged windows And eyes like transparent candies.
I will dress up as a rosy ghost in the form of a summer zephyr.
I will dress up as freedom to say what I want. A button to end racism. A button to neutralize Vladimir Putin.
I will dress up as a faulty bomb. A mistaken death sentence. A false tsunami alarm. A war cry, but as a bad joke only.
I will dress up as the opposite of eating disorders and sleep paralysis.
I will dress up as a blood moon. Or a bloody period. Or a pregnancy test that says you’re not a mother yet, relax. Or plan B. Abortion pills. Marie Latour.
I will dress up as somebody whom you love deeply. Who loves you back too. Without failing.
At least, I could pretend. I will dress up
As Icarus with diamond wings
As Achilles head to toes in the River Styx As the color The taste
The shriek of bold blue
I will dress up as a story that has a proper ending (Not this; we shouldn’t say goodbye Like this.
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