If you could
crawl into my mind
like your grandmother’s attic
would you?
Would you climb the ladder and
simply shine your flashlight around?
Or would you
open every box?
Inspect every dusty corner?
Every cobweb?
Or are you too scared
of the ghosts that reside there?
The skeletons in the closet?
Don’t worry
they may rattle their bones,
but they’re just trying to say
I’m glad you’re finally here
j.p.