The Scream In The Night

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The Niece
I am thirsty, so I go
Silently
To the dark kitchen and
Ice a cup by the light of the fridge.
I gaze at the open sink window
And think how strange it still is to me
That they leave the windows open at night.
And portentous.
Then I turn to close the fridge door
And see my fears have come true –
A tall, hairy man looming.
I scream and drop my iridescent
Rainbow, but mainly green, juice
Glass on the floor where it shatters
Louder than one glass really should
On the terra cotta tile.
I fall to the floor.

The Son
It’s past midnight and I’m
Reading comparative politics,
The intro chapter. I see a light in
The kitchen and conclude,
Based on a lifetime of experience,
That Dad is engaged in one of his
(Mom calls them harebrained)
Projects.
So I go to say goodnight.
Rounding the corner, a pale face
In the fridge-light
Definitely not Dad
Looks up at me with
Stark terror. A scream and breaking glass
Tell me
I miscalculated something somewhere.

The Mother
My alarm went off at 5:30 this morning –
A Saturday no less! –
So by 12:45 a.m. I am on my stomach
On cool cotton sheets,
One leg out, in that first and sweetest phase of
What Bertie calls ‘the dreamless.’
Which comes first, the shatter or the scream?
Philosophers can debate that. It doesn’t
Matter really.
Together they function as a catalyst in an
Adrenal gland experiment. And the news is
Good!
‘Your gland is a medical marvel!’
Trembling and confused in the kitchen doorway,
Not even awake,
Night hair bun bobbling this way
And that, I am conscious of someone more confused
Behind me
Garbling something about the vacuum cleaner.

The Father
It makes perfect sense to me,
A preacher with a cold on a Saturday night,
To take four teaspoons of an out-of-date cough medicine
With hydrocodone.
At 12:45 I am inert; the only project I am doing is
Breathing.
Somehow the scream and the shatter pierce the
Opiate coma,
And I stagger up, man of the house, to confront
The Intruder I have always known would come.
I declare (or think I do) an immediate need to
Vacuum,
And the world tilts sideways, both ways.
I know I better lie down, and the bathroom floor
Seems like, yes, ummhmm.
On it I flail and make as much racket as the original
Shattered cup,
Because, you see,
I am longer than the bathroom floor, and
The world is rocking like a Mammy on a rocking chair.
One clear thought: the tile is cold. Bed.
So I crawl and make it partially up, legs hanging off,
Down near the foot of the bed.
And there I lie where my wife of 28 years knows
To leave me alone.

The Daughter
(On the way to church)
Wait, what happened?

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One thought on “The Scream In The Night

  1. You should have had Adrienne and Madison as your night wanderers like we did ! No sounds, sleeping away the night in the extension! Pure delight! The Mother-in- law/ Mother/ Memaw

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