Shame Shame

Revert to being eight
years old I stare at a bottle
of Thunderbird
tucked neatly
into the hem of the olive green
dining room curtain
the discovery of a bottle hidden
in the hem of a curtain was fascinating
I was compelled to conceal my own items
such as Barbie dolls
Match Box cars
and crayons
in the hem of all the curtains
around the house

It became a cycle
what was added
what disappeared
and what reappeared
in the maize of hems

At eight
it was magical when
I discovered Tom Collins
on the shelf
behind photo albums
or a glass of orange juice mixed with a curious
medicinal smell that crinkled the nose
sitting way up on top of the armoire
gallantly waiting
for me
to knock it over


“Fence and Tree” © Edward S. Gault


Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School. She has been published in Mud Fish, Nocturnal Lyric, The Café Review, and The New York Quarterly. Her work is also forthcoming in 34th Parallel, Vending Machine Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Opiate, Sick Lit Magazine, Dum Dum Zine and Furious Gazelle.

Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.