Pumpkin Man
riding in a car past large trees
away from the house I am staying in
to shelton I visit Dad
I look at the airport
wondering where we are going
I know I will get to see my dad
for the first time, since
this stranger has been taking care of me
I still cry myself to sleep every night
we arrive through clanged locked doors
past plastic cells
I see you in there
with someone
holding my hand
I pick up the phone as he does
a skinny man in an orange suit
a pumkin suit he calls it
trying to make me feel better
about the 2 inches of glass
between us,
scary butm not like halloween
we go home for the night
I won't see my dad
until I am 4 again
why scream any more?
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