[Today I went to Motor City Nightmares, a horror convention in Novi, MI. I went to rep 3CC but I was also a bright-eyed first timer, soaking up all the horror I could get my hands on]
bright-eyed first-timer
twenty-two years of new experiences
and still my voice shakes as I wait in line.
Heather Langenkamp, the girl who taught me
you can kick ass even in embroidered pajamas
even when no one will listen to you
even when you can't see what's coming.
a newborn horror hound
still not sure if this is my scene.
when i was six years old,
my best friend tied me to a chair
and made me watch goosebumps.
i haven't let myself be scared since then.
the helplessness was something i hate
but Nancy taught me
that even when the world tells you you're helpless,
that there's nothing you can do because it's all in your head
you can still win.
nervous little promotional director
dutifully taking down contact info
still feeling myself into this world,
how it fits around me.
eventually my smile comes out
blooms like a sunrise that marks triumph over the shadows
and I forget the rest
arm wrestle Chris Hahn, even though his bicep is wider than my head,
pose with a shiny machete with Ari Lehman--don't give me that fake plastic ax--
die by the hands of the Horror Hotties in the photobooth, zombies with bikini bodies
stop hiding behind sixteen years of angst
bright-eyed first-timer
newborn horror hound
nervous little promotional director
I am coming into myself here.
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