the screen
door with a broken
spring used to slam
a hundred and one
times a day.
the bottom corner
was ripped
open by the dogs
which came and went
in small
herds. one following
the other
to the kitchen.
but that door.
slamming over and over
again, was
a constant. bang.
bang and bang again.
your mother screamed
at the top of her
lungs, quit letting
that door slam.
stay in or stay out.
the flies are getting
in. how do you possibly
control seven children
and all of their
friends from letting
the door slam.
you don't.
the day ends and
it finally stops.
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