Cuspidor

CUSPIDOR Mama used the can opener. Not them 'lectric hummer thangs, the pry thang. Nobody out opened Mama. She could have a can of spinach opened and in the pan faster than Grandpa could hit the cuspidor in the hallway from the kitchen table. "Git outa my kitchen with that ****!" she would scream. The only time she ever cursed and the only time Grandpa ever laughed. Except when Mama opened cans, that blade would whir and squeak and Grandpa would laugh "Listen to her go!" he would say. When Grandpa died, she brought his cuspidor to the kitchen. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet