I moved into this roominghouse
There was an opening because
Some poor dude hanged himself
In the closet
The landlord nailed the closet door shut
With six nails
He tells me he is taking ten dollars
Off my rent because of the closet space
I thought that was great. More beer money.
“You’re not scared of ghosts or anything.
Are you dude?”
“Why should be? The closet door is nailed shut”
I went to the beer store for a 12-pack
Then to the hardware store and bought a hammer
Went back to my little room and took all
The nails out of my closet
Just in case any ghosts wanted out.
Published in Megaphone
Special Literary Issue.
2017.
Copyright c By Henry Doyle