I’ve got them in my sight—
a witch, a big cop and a little cop.
The big cop has a golden
gun and a sparkling badge.
The little toddler cop, I guess, is
supposed to look like the other,
but the familiar nose, eyes,
hair, and face don’t match.
About 2 years and 9 months
ago she made love to me,
and said she wanted to
marry me. The next day she
left, and I never saw her again,
until now—having driven
1100 miles to find out for sure
what I always suspected. . . .
She wanted a baby for herself
and her 30-year-older sugar daddy,
but she never loved me like she said.
I’m scribbling all this down now,
still holding my rifle in the other—
See Babe—I am talented!
Hope you get those fucking plastic
Jack-O’Lantern candy holders
filled up with something tasty,
And if you read this note someday,
you will already know I didn’t ruin
your Halloween tonight or try to step
into the life you stole from me—I became
the goddamn lonely ghost you created
me to be . . . the one that doesn’t
even if he tried.
Chad Haskins lives in Georgia. Chad
enjoys reading crime fiction and horror stories. He also likes to go fishing
and is a Bob Dylan music fan. Chad's writing has appeared, or is forthcoming,
in a few places, including The 5-2,
Yellow Mama, Coffin Bell Journal, The Horror Zine, The
Flash Fiction Offensive, The Citron Review, and Golden Sparrow