this was my carved pumpkin for the day of the dead otherwise known as the day you went out and drank a lot dressed like a pirate or wookie. i didn't get to finish it and bring it to scarymoany because i got a raft of trick or treaters-unusual in that in 7 years i've never gotten so many-one year i got 2 and that was the only time i got any- because i live attached to a bar and parents aren't too willing to bring their kids to anything near a BLACK BAR.
for some of us -and i know this is hard to believe amid the frivolity and chance to act out what you don't have the balls to do every day-this is a religious holy day. it's not that i mind seeing people dressed up. i love drag as much as the next ambiguous person raised by drag queens. it's just that you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your ancestors . technically you should be at their grave sides drinking and eating dressed as pirates and wookies. but you're not. and that's why mexicans are goth-er then you'll ever be.
jose posada was a mexican artist at the turn of the century from whom i took the image.
a few days before halloween, i woke up dazed as usual for work. looking out the back window at the grave of maggie , who died this past summer, i saw the white cat from across the street, whom i have never seen in my yard, asleep, sprawled like the sphinix ,across the exact spot she is buried.
got to listen to animals more.