Night Call
Richard Weiss ~ At two am its insistent ring ambushes me awake. I whisper, not wanting to disturb my wife or rouse the dog who will whine for food, write down the name and number before it’s jumbled, swallow my resentment on being awakened and listen to his story–then ask those practiced questions, scrolling his body from one organ to another. Tell me about the pain–what it feels like–pressure or a vise, does it stab, sear, rip, ache, is it steady