TED
YOU ARE YOUR MOM AND DAD—IT’S A TRUTH WELL KNOWN.
THEY ARE ALWAYS THERE INSIDE YOU AND YOU’RE NEVER ALONE.
BUT WHICH ONE AND WHEN, AND TO WHAT DEGREE?
DOES IT VARY WITH WHOM OR WHERE YOU HAPPEN TO BE?
DOES ALL THIS SPECULATIONS MATTER?
AREN’T I REALLY THE ONE
THAT’S RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THAT I HAVE THOUGHT AND I HAVE DONE?
YOU WOULD THINK SO. THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE THE ADULT WAY.
BUT MY ACTIONS CONFUSE ME AND CONFOUND ME EVERY DAY
AND I FEEL THESE BIG FINGERS
THAT ARE POKING ME AND PRODDING ME
LIKE PLIABLE CLAY.
Enter Zach, who grabs Ted’s arm.
ZACH
SON, YOU’VE GOTTA UNDERSTAND THE VALUE OF A DOLLAR
STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET AND DON’T BACK DOWN.
THE WORLD DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN FOR WHAT YOU THINK YOU THINK
AND A MAN’S GOTTA KNOW HOW TO HAVE A COUPLE LAUGHS
AND HOW TO DRINK, DRINK, DRINK.
TED
DRINK?
Enter Bitsy, grabbling Ted’s other arm.
BITSY
TEDDY, MY DEAR, SEE HOW FLOWERS BLOOM IN TIME.
FIRST EARLY MARCH WITH SNOWDROPS AND CROCUSES,
THEN STARTING APRIL WITH THE DAFFODILS AND TULIPS.
AFTER COME THE PEONIES IN LATE MAY OR JUNE
AS IF NATURE KEPT THE BEAT TO A LONG-RUNNING TUNE.
They pull on him, dancing with him together and in turn.
TED
NOT WHAT YOU’D CALL WELL MATCHED. IN FACT A TWO-CAR WRECK.
A BOAT THAT STARTED LEAKING FROM THE TIME THEY STEPPED ON DECK.
I’M A MAN, WITH A MORE OR LESS MALE POINT OF VIEW.
AND MY STYLE AND TRAITS AND LIKINGS OFTEN COPY DAD TOO
LIKE FEDORA HATS AND STUBBORNESS AND JOHNNY WALKER RED
AND BULLYING BLUSTER WHEN THE STRESS GOES TO MY HEAD
BUT MY MOTHER WAS THE GIVER OF MY COMFORT AND MY FOOD
AND SHE’D OPEN UP THE WORLD WHEN IN HER TALKATIVE MOOD,
WITH A FLOWING STREAM OF WARMTH AND OF PLEASANT CHAT
ABOUT THE HUMOR OF THIS AND THE MARVEL OF THAT.
BITSY
LAST NIGHT WE ATTENDED THE MOST INTERESTING PLAY
CALLED DEATH OF A SALESMAN—VERY SAD AND PROFOUND.
IT MADE ME THINK A LOT ABOUT OUR VALUES TODAY
AND HOW WE SPEND OUR LIVES, SO I COULDN’T HELP BUT WEEP.
OF COURSE HALF WAY THROUH YOUR FATHER WENT TO SLEEP.
ZACH
LISTEN, KIDDO, FOR YOUR INFORMATION,
FANCYPANTS WORDS WON’T CUT IT WITH ME.
YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE SMARTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE.
BUT ALL YOU’VE GOT IS A HELL OF A NERVE.
IN THE END YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.
TED
ALL THESE PIECES AND SPLINTERS ARE DRIVING ME NUTS,
SO I’VE GOT TO WAKE UP AND GET MY WHEELS OUT OF MY RUTS.
SOMEHOW SORT OUT THE FORCES AND THEN CALCULATE THE SUM
THAT EQUALS THE AGGLOMERATED MAN I’VE BECOME.
TED, ZACH, BITSY
THE POSESSED, CROOKED, COMINGLED MOM AND DAD PERSON
I’VE (HE’S) BECOME.