#messages in the madness
The melatonin was working fine, just fine, I thought, but I figured either we had a rogue sound machine with broken buttons or that one of the machines was possessed. I kept hearing things, but my husband didn’t. Just like when the car starts making a sound, only not a car but a tiny little white noise machine.
So finally, finally – – he in his melatoninlessness began hearing mysterious sounds, too. I didn’t know whether to cry, be scared, or celebrate.
If your children tell you they hear funny voices at night, believe them and check the sound machine. They’re in there.
our old fan broke
but our new fan was too quiet
(they don't make 'em like they used to)
so
we bought a second
sound machine
the kind for babies
with the white noise
so we can both sleep
if one of us is traveling
but now I’m hearing
what he
can’t make out
in all the white noise
in this Sound Spa machine
we both hear
all the usual things: rain, thunder, waves
crashing, crickets chirping, owls hooting
but I roll over half asleep
and I hear
these:
computer printer printing
washing machine
pulsing monitor
injured animal
Moaning Myrtle
steel drums
robot sirens
Amazon notifications
vintage typewriter return dings
disco beats
messages in the machine
heard by one unpillowed ear
I'm afraid next I'll hear a murder
or a confession
or a ghost of a soldier who stood where I now sleep
looking for his lost buttons
and his lost love
no sleeping here
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