#534: Somewhere, An Explosion

Last night in the house
there was some crazy
popping, crashing, smashing
sound that startled all
of us, me in the study,
my wife in the dining room,
my son upstairs in his space
likely with his door closed.
We all came running out
to see what it was.
We looked everywhere
for the fallen pot or frame,
the shattered glass, the mess,
and found nothing.
There seemed to be zero
trace of this event, as if
we, all three of us,
had experienced some
shared delusion. I looked
for an hour. Everything
was in order, nothing was
amiss. I even checked outside
for fallen limbs, toppled trees,
burning bushes. Nothing.
My son found the culprit
this morning, reaching into the blue
mini-fridge for his daily
energy drink–and there it was,
shards of ice everywhere,
a can of Monster split wide open,
a seem bursting straight down
the length of the can and
it’s foaming frozen entrails
spilling forth all around and
everywhere inside the fridge.
Apparently, someone, in
some Spinal Tap move, had
turned the temperature
up to eleven. The result,
a Monster drink monster
explosion that scared
the shit out of all of us
and kept us guessing for
an entire day.