Yard Sale

I grew up in the suburbs, 

and so I visited many a

yard sale. I'd always find something nice, 

a classic novel, an antique iron, a grief worthy 

teddy bear.

What I would really 

like to find, however, is a skull. 

A bleach white,

definitely-is-a-human, 

skull. 

They’re awesome, right? Well adjusted folks can't fathom 

the infinite uses of such a treasure. 

For instance, a skull could be

A doorstop

A candelabra

A punch bowl

A make shift bowling ball

A conversation starter

A cane topper

An ashtray

A hood ornament

A muffin holder

I think also that I would 

be able to tell people that 

the skull once belonged to 

my brother Steven. 

But I would probably put muffins in there.