Barney buried his bone, but
didn’t say word one about where.
Embarrassed by his crime, he
has come to me with hope in
those old eyes looking for some
kind of resolution. I tell him it’s
too dark to send out search parties.
We stand and head to the bone
closet in the foyer, the treasure
chest of bones. I unwrap a new
bone, handing it to my bone perp.
Love is folly.