“Put on that costume.
Wear what you want.
Where do you think
you’re going dressed like that?
It doesn’t matter
which costume.
A witch costume.
Werewolf. Vampire.
Zombie. Mummy.
Daddy?
‘Where is love?’
Wear his love.
Despair is love
for what isn’t
here anymore,
or never was.
Love is a costume.
Son is a costume
you shrug on and off.
Mum is a costume
she squeezed
herself into, for you.
Dad is a costume
discarded
for other men
to try on.
Maybe it will fit
someone.
Maybe you
might grow into it.
