I had all the cabinets
ripped off the kitchen walls,
replaced with two
simple shelves of oak
with antique iron brackets.
They hold a few plates.
Mugs enough.
My grandmother’s
stoneware bowl.
There was much more
room for art and light.
It was freeing!
But 100 faces still
smile at me from the
front of the fridge.
They
will stay.