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
would
——
?
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