23 w I n g s I borrowed a nun costume for the first halloween party. no one spoke to me. some party guests began to dip their heads in gin. others spoke of Central america. wait, I said. I am Unitarian. They ate potato chips and pretended not to hear. The statue of Liberty in corporate chains fell in love with the african bridegroom. The second year I got a small bag of potato chips and a tube of super glue and went as a woman with a chip on her shoulder. toward the end of the night the drunken hostess bit the chip in half. half a chip is better than no chip, she said, which I think of every time I see that shirt in the closet. I went as a grasshopper the third year. It was a joke. one of my friends called me grasshopper, from that tV show. I ran out of time to make a body. I wore a green jogging suit and wings. The wings were wide and I walked from room to room, knocking potato chips onto the floor. Cassandra had spent three hours getting her hair curled. when Dmitri asked me to dance I left my wings on a chair. ...