Member Poem

With eyes bright
as a Halloween pumpkin
and teeth crooked

as the same,
the hunchback shambles
into the holiday dusk,

down to the street faire,
where one night each year
he can be himself,

and those that stare
do so merely to admire
how very well he does it.

Appeared in Jack-O-Spec, Raven Electrick Ink, 2011