"In the Building" by Tony Gloeggler
 

The group home is getting dressed

for Halloween and Harry’s picked

the shiny white Elvis jump suit.

It’s way too tight. Two counselors

struggle to pull the top over

his shoulders, finally fit his arms

into sleeves. His stomach sticks

out like he’s ten months pregnant

and the workers try not to laugh.

Harry wants to know whether

he can eat five slices of pizza

at the party as he struts

toward the mirror, announces

that he looks like a fucking

dickhead. I nod, tell him

he sure does, ask if he prefers

the Humpty Dumpty costume.

He pauses, curls his top lip

like the King, strums an imaginary

guitar and sings "Can’t Help

Falling in Love" as the workers

slow dance across the floor.

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