At the Bar

Notes from a darkling plain.

Stray wolf at the Warren Street Halloween promenade.

I’m sad. I’m scared. You know what I know. This is a love letter.

We're at the bar. The lighting is soft. It's not time to leave. You know what’s going on outside. I don’t need to list it for you. I have something funny to tell you. I’m wearing a jacket the color of a pumpkin. That’s not the funny thing…