I ate a hamburger on Halloween and by the time I was finished

everyone had dressed up into a costume and everyone had gone

crazy. Not me:  I went into a movie house instead and saw a movie

about a crazy person dressed in a white shirt with a crisp collar

unbuttoned at the neck. It wasn’t until much later that I discovered

that this was a costume. In fact, what I was wearing to see it was

a costume. The movie theatre, also, was a costume. Those birds

outside? A costume. Except for that one, walking across the street

on Halloween, looking straight ahead as the cars begin to scream

and honk.

by Ricky Garni