Halloween

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For Halloween, I dressed up as a flower while the wind bended trees to remind me I was one season behind my life cycle. I got the organza ruffle top long ago and its a popup storybook of a chest helps me deflect human contact, others fearing they’d flatten the detail. As for the capri, whether I responded to its colors or to the tropical getaway I had one more outfit for, was one plane ticket away from, I got them despite the fact their legs were tree trunks. Though the tailor was thorough, refitting it three times to get them snug, she let the threads twist and turn as would unreeled tape. The blue cardigan I’ve incorporated into so many outfits, its fibers would have unraveled had my sweating not fused them together. The wind tried to dislodge my flowers all night or the whoosh whoosh come from me stumbling around cause I drank too much?