Bones in the Closet

Creak.

Memory ossified-
a relentless pursuit
of decalcification
pries a door wide.

Behind no-cheat couture
and lovers’ ash (urned),
present-Past
clamors for attention.

Shake-rattle shimmy
role of thought drags
reluctant ego
on to a paper stage.

Bone-Dance Reverie.

Quiet!  

I am writing you,
let me be - 
if just for a moment.

You can’t all
take center stage!

Chorus line kick,  
closet door gapes,
observation shelved - 
my 206 join the dance.

-- Bibelot