Toes T

tired of

skirting the elephant

in the room

–I put it in the closet—

(it was a boy elephant anyway, a mammoth)

this required moving the itinerant

skeletons in wardrobe

(of lion, witch, and wolf)

which I shoved under the bed

–necessitating a need

to relocate the monster

dwelling there

and all its kooky crumbs

to my burrow

(a hole I’d dug for myself when feeling adventurous)

and full of socks

I’d never seen before

–and these I left…

hoping the monster





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