all the skeletons
sitting quietly in my closet
piled one atop the other
neat and organized
collecting dust in storage
are others
as orderly as mine
or
are they a haphazard mess
femurs and fubulas
tumbling tibias
scattered scapulas
avalanching out in a chaotic cacaophony
whenever someone
merely
jiggles
the knob
not sure
but the idea
bothers me
no
its best to keep
these things
trim and tidy
should a stranger
peek in
They’ll see
only
winter coats
rain boots
and stacks of
nothing
important
But Otherwise Fine 