As we speak, the veil is lifting
between worlds. Spirits are coming in
contact with us like prank calls
from a fake friend. The night
is sleeping with one eye open,
winking at thousands of crows:
the black veil worn by nuns
in marriage. A candle is slipping out
of the jack-o’-lantern’s mouth,
as if from a vending machine,
white, warm, flying
sugar, can you give me my skull?
And the dream of your teeth
falling out comes true.
Note: A calavera is a sugar skull gifted to children on the Day of the Dead