I feel like I’m deceiving, playing a nuanced game, acting as someone different than myself, about to get away with something. Halloween. I feel Halloween all over.

Deep into pandemic, I’m home making coffee and getting into a tub to heal myself from a recent surgery. I haven’t had to go to the hospital in thirty years (of my forty-three on this earth) but the moment the hospitals are overrun with the most catchy virus in one hundred years, I get a little cancer. C’est la vie.