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.