From The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
Get the Door
The doorbell
rings in the kitchen
the cook shrieks
the cake falls
the mop slithers in soap suds
the bucket chuckles
the pot blinks
at another slap
of green goo
dish soap. Bzzz
the bell shouts. Chaos stands up
to answer the door.
6/4/20
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Wonderful! Sounds like my kitchen & there’s not even a doorbell!
Thank you. A lot of older houses around here have or had a kitchen doorbell (from back when the cook was often a hired person, and deliveries were made to the back door). We lived in a house like that (me as the cook and no deliveries, but a doorbell, yes) 20 years ago or so, I was thinking about it when I wrote this.
What a fantastic depiction of the chaos of a busy kitchen. I love the rhythm, the staccato words, and the use of onomatopoeia. This could definitely be my kitchen when big meals are being produced.
Thank you. I think of my grandmother’s kitchen, even when it was just four or five of us, well, the place was busy! She was a cook who used every pot and pan at every meal and we did all the cooking from scratch, so…lots of action.
Chaos is always available. (K)
Sometimes I feel that bein the midst of chaos like this is being alive, like whirling on a merry go round and laughing.
It’s certainly a good friend of mine.
Haha! The kitchen is a good backdrop but I’ve seen this in offices, hospitals, schools…. it can be found everywhere there are people!
That is very very true all right. I can think of the general eye care waiting room at the hospital where I went for several appointments for my eye this last winter. At least a hundred people waiting and so much activity. Those visits were never boring.
I so enjoy your twists of words and action, Claudia, I had to keep rereading this!
Thank you. I like kitchens and all the activity that goes on in them (maybe dates back to my grandmother’s house, or else when I worked in the kitchen at the cafeteria at college).