maaaaama-maaama-maaaamamaaaaaa? shush, hush, shush, hush, whispers to myself in the dark a dog barks – a big dog running in the field coming home the yowl of that Siamese cat – petite and perfect and a killer maaaaama-maaama-mama?- chirps in the sunsetting air swooping arcs of bats lovely in distance the sea slapping against the shore outside the open window that guttural growling groan – ecstasy disguised as pain the silly pop of unsunctioning slick skin from slick skin rain battering the tin roof billions of golf balls banging and then silence the run of fresh water pinging on the downspout pouring into the cistern maaaaama-maaama-mamaaaaa? little lips smacking so shockingly loud against my breast whop-whop-whop wood bladed ceiling fan– creaking ancient a/c that certain sigh slipping one time too many at the wrong time the dog barks running home, the cat is out, shush, hush, groans follow chirps, sea slaps, rain bangs, baby stirs on fresh sheets, rain falls, fan turns and turns, sigh, sigh, sighs floating to sea – rooster crows clear and pure from somewhere near – and then… Out of nowhere it comes. MamaMamaMama Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh. Yes.
Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)