Poem: Stroke
Stroke I walk away from dad's bed. Mr. Dugan, his roommate, gestures to me: "Say, give me a hand here. Help me get my truck started." Embarrassed, I say, "I'll get the nurse." Mr. Dugan asks Jane to help. She says, "Mr. Dugan, you're in a hospital bed." Later, at work, I tell Brian. He says: "You shoulda helped him get his goddamned truck started!" Brian's right. Stuck in a snowbank outside South Bend with a dead truck engine is a good place to beDon Pelton, 10/11/91