One Halloween, my brother donned a bathrobe and a flowing brown wig.
And everywhere he went there were drunk howls of,
“Jesus!” “Hey Jesus!!”
Accompanied by booze-blazed smiles and high fives crisp as leaves.
He didn’t have the heart to correct them.
To say, “I’m the Dude. You know, Lebowski”
Instead he raised his hand
and knocked his beer can to theirs
in blessing.
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Arah McManamna lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Her work has been published in Gravel Magazine, Outside In, and Cactus Heart Press.
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