Poem: Guest Room

Guest Room

Hubby’s spare head

It’s quite comfortable—
if the severed heads
and weaponry
don’t disturb you.

The knives and guns
are plastic, the heads
papier mâché.

Kevin, the skeleton,
is friendly,
though he once
scared a child
out of her pale skin.

Don’t mind the strait jacket hanging in the window,
the Zorro hat, Lady Godiva wig,
life-sized dummy
or the Elvis jumpsuit
in the closet.

Really, it’s quite comfortable.
Come and visit.

Who needs curtains?

My pal Kevin