maybe just a little humerus...

 
my family has a communal closet
crammed to the rafters with bones
everyone is afraid to touch it
worried if even one is dislodged
they'll all come tumbling out
nobody wants their dirty skeleton seen
but every year fewer members remain
not as many making new deposits
and I can't help but think
perhaps it's time for spring cleaning
just yank open that door
and let them all scatter as they fall
picking them up one by one
discussing their origin
maybe laying a ghost or two to rest
out of respect
for the moment I leave them to their personal shrouding
they're not ready for any prominent outing
but every so often I jiggle the knob
just to rile them all up
goddess knows I no longer have a filter
prone to pointing out the disturbing obvious
they no longer trust my mouth
it's getting so much harder
keeping all that crap hidden
the dust builds up
and my allergies are killer...