COSTUME
A hat with a real brim, a coat, boots you can walk in.

NIGHT 18 OF 31
Mountain town playing western for a night. Dust is flour. The horses are not invited and not implied.
A hat with a real brim, a coat, boots you can walk in.
A tin star that means nothing official. A bandana.
The pizza stall grows a swinging door it does not need. Hay that is actually for sitting.
Mountain town playing western for a night. Dust is flour. The horses are not invited and not implied.
Beans, cornbread, a steak for the table not the costume.
Black coffee and a sarsaparilla-style soda. The saloon is a food stall.
A guitar, a stomp, a chorus people already know how to fake.
Line dance that is just a line. A hat contest judged by wind.
Supper under the fake door. Someone always holds it for the bit.
The star comes off. The hat stays because it is warm.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Owen’s star is upside down and he leaves it. Hattie knows the chorus and will not teach it. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You in a brimmed hat and coat at a mountain-town festival supper, swinging stall door, warm dusk, cinematic western without guns drawn, no text.
STALL
Felt, serious brim. Works as a costume and as weather.