My cereal bowl holds stale lucky charms and

Milk white atrocities

Bathing away the cobwebs

Of spiders better left alone


I put my bowl in the sink


The entryway is dusted with

Forever unfamiliar faces

Someone else is walking a mile in my shoes


I decide to go barefoot


My purse hides fossils

Found along the way


I put them with the others on my closet.


My bones rattle in reunion.


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