Tamika Wood’s Birthday Party

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There was this one time that Dad opened a cupboard in the kitchen, and everything fell out onto the floor.

“I know why that happened and it was my fault,” Pa called out, and he asked me to get the broom.

Dad was picking up pieces of glass with his fingers.

“Sorry, sorry,” said Pa, “it’s been precariously balanced in there for a while.”

“Did you think about fixing it?” Dad asked.

“I thought about it lots of times,” said Pa. “It’s just that thinking about it didn’t translate into any sort of action. Sorry. Don’t pick that up with your hands, Alan Sebastian! You’ll cut yourself.”

The thing about opening the cupboard is that it’s never just one thing that tumbles out. It’s never just one dish that falls and cracks neatly down the centre.

It’s everything. All of the things you’d shoved into the cupboard, promising yourself you’d deal with them later. All of them, all at once.

Cupboard Ghost

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2 responses to “Cupboard Ghost”

  1. Diane Avatar

    Oh I love that metaphor. Also my partner and I are kind of like this. He’ll say “I told you x, don’t you remember?” and I’ll be like “I’m sure you did but I have zero recollection.” “Yeah, fair.” We both end up doing that.

    1. Le Kendall Avatar

      Haha! I’m like that but my husband is the opposite. I’ll say “wow! That’s amazing! How do you know that!?” And he’ll say “… you told me.” And I will have just completely forgotten both the fact that I told him and the information itself.

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