of a screen
door slamming and my mother
yelling out
don't let the door
slam while
she was on the phone blabbing
to her friends
about
a chicken recipe.
i don't even know why
we had a screen door.
the screen was busted
out at the bottom
where the dog would run
out and come back in
and at the top were holes
where balls struck.
flies and bees and the occasionally
bird would be all
over the house.
why we kept that rattling
slamming
door on its hinges is
beyond me.
i'm sure it's still there,
though,
and someone else's mother
is yelling
the same thing.
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