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“Put on that costume.

Wear what you want.

Where do you think

you’re going dressed like that?

It doesn’t matter

which costume.

A witch costume.

Werewolf. Vampire.

Zombie. Mummy.

Daddy?

‘Where is love?’

Wear his love.

Despair is love

for what isn’t

here anymore,

or never was.

Love is a costume.

Son is a costume

you shrug on and off.

Mum is a costume

she squeezed

herself into, for you.

Dad is a costume

discarded

for other men

to try on.

Maybe it will fit

someone.

Maybe you

might grow into it.