Lions In the Dresser Drawer
Is your ceiling rolling?
I sigh.
She is eighty-eight.
On pain pills.
Maybe hallucinating.
No Mom.
Yes, it is, she insists.
Okay, Mom.
Is that man coming today?
What man?
The one I saw yesterday.
I sigh.
Is it the pills
Or something worse?
Oh, boy! She yells.
She is staring at the dresser.
Let him out! She commands me.
I walk over to the dresser.
This one? I ask, hovering my hand over a drawer.
I have to purge lions out of this drawer twice yesterday.
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