Friday, September 12, 2008

I'm calling about my father

I'm calling about my father,
the red-haired daughter said.
He's unable to ambulate on his own
and the doctor said
he needs a visiting nurse--
long pause-- You don't understand.
He can't walk. His heart--
she stops again
listening to a voice
on the line's other end.
The phone becomes
a weapon
in her fist.

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