| Cupboard Doors by Laura Jameison In the sunny kitchen she pauses, a dark cloud whirling in place dishes slam and the fridge shakes. In the middle of this storm, all the cupboard doors are opened, one by one, then slammed, Slam-slam, slam-SLAM! The closets are full of children hiding, the dark caves not so frightening, not like the electric kitchen. A little one in a green frilly dress mom made, skips into the kitchen all smiles. The eye stalls, looks over the child, hands her a glass of water, watches as she happily skips back out. The storm surges as the eye moves on, a dried out, dead African violet hits the tiled floor, dirt scattered everywhere, and the cupboard doors open again. |
