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Three Things About Routine Surgery
She is under the knife
inside a maze of hallways.
I could pace, read my phone
and simply be near
in case she suddenly dies or something
(in which case how could I help?)
but no. I walk into rising sun and sit
at a cafe window where a mosquito hawk
with hair-thin feet is testing the glass—
up, down, a barrier, a desire.
Shut out. Like me.
She’s in good hands with shoulder sliced,
a bloody hole where Dr. Eakin
is drilling bone, implanting metal.
Afterwards, he will phone me, a brief call.
I will phone our three children, grownups all.
I will be there bedside
when her eyes will open,
when a nurse will ask her
to rate her level of pain
on a scale of one to ten.
She will quibble about the impossibility
of assigning numbers, and then
she will choose her favorite, “Three.”
You’ll see.
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First published in Please See Me
Thank you editor Steve Granzyk
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