May 6th, 2008 7:24 am

Last week
I answered the phone while reading poems by Rolfe Humphries.
It was late, that was my excuse, and I thought my son’s doctor
was the man who was going to leave me a message about
how I was suppose to be paying for yard service.

Last week
we discovered a lump the size of a quarter
in the back of my son’s neck and took him to the doctor.
I had plenty of worries last week but we added one more.

Last week
I wrote twelve poems, six of them litanies
and drove all over: to the library, doctor’s office, home.
I could face the world, but this week I need you to read
this poem so I feel less alone.