Possessed

Lucy and her boyfriend are

out at a party,

I am dressed like a cat

handing peanut butter cups to trick-or-treaters,

my favorite. The candy, not the brats.

We overbought and so the witching hour ends

with an orange plastic pumpkin head

still filled with orange squares.

I have not eaten all day

imagine

I deserve

just one.

You are wrong.

You are weak.

I eat

them all.

Peanut butter

my old arch-nemesis.

You are a wretched,

wretched girl.

Tricked by

Treats.