I will not hang

by an open doorway, or even one

where the door is slightly ajar, glass bottomed, for fear of the label,

lest I hear your secrets tumble out of your mouth

and into the ears

of those less worthy of your undisclosed closet life.

I once heard my granddad through the floorboards,

a big man, a wise man, act as the secret man in red

with Reindeer slippers on his feet and stag like antlers

scratching down the back of any bus driver