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The boy says we should go as Hugh Hefner and a playboy bunny for Halloween
I say I'd rather be Gloria Steinem 
Later, I see him Googling "Who is Gloria Steinem"
When I show him my costume
He frowns like a horse

No, she is not my girlfriend
She is my speakeasy sweetheart
We do not kiss in public among the pedestrians
All of our smooches are stolen secrets 

Ziegfeld girl
Don't be afraid to bob your hair and dance
Let the butter of the spotlight melt on your arms and pool in the curves and craters of your face

Something is living in houses for haunting
No one knows if it is ghosts or it is vampires or it is memories or it is time 
Stopping to dance with the dust for a moment
Something is dying in houses for haunting

The witch hated the princess
And the princess hated the witch
The witch stewed foul-smelling brew 
And left it steaming through her beckoning window
The princess warbled songs about princes and frogs

Cracked glasses
I would not survive the war
Cracked glasses
The world should shimmer and shake around me and seem like stars falling to struck eyes
Cracked glasses