Werewolf from At Bay by jfbrontosaurus

Let’s cut this pumpkin with our sharpest knife, let’s take out its brains, set the oven on high, and sift through the seed like forgotten men, talk about how we’ll all be forgotten. Even me, who’s more famous than you. They’ve been writing about me since 92, when you were the werewolf and I was the king, always doing something interesting. Let’s cut this pumpkin, let’s take out its eye, let’s fill it with jelly, let’s give it some life, cause the people I know don’t go outside - it’s like they’re all scared of Saturday nights. And I’m sorry if I’m coming across too self assured, it’s just strangers, they’ve been liking me more and more. I’m the werewolf, I the king, I’m they’re favorite son, even their kids know my name it’s on the tips of their tongues.

• Bloomington IN
• Pop
• bananas
• basement pop
• jfbrontosaurus
• lauren records
• Bloomington