For now....
he stands there stomping in the hallway
his small voice smeared with dark language
muffled under a small sibilant sizzle in place of
his usual hello – from the kitchen she listens
to this single demonstration of his five year old
power, there stomping in the hallway, ordering
the numbers of his hours away from her, away -
where he had found existence –
beyond the kitchen where she listens
beyond the kitchen where she listens
as he slams the door on the outside
for now
