Brandon Hernández 8 a.m., March 6
- Terry Hertzler
A poem by Terry Hertzler
- She leaves messages
- on my answering machine,
- asks for my help,
- tells me things
- I’d rather not know:
- her microwave clock
- is stuck on 12:00,
- the computer’s screwing up,
- there’s a book she can’t find,
- at 38 her cousin Crystal
- has died of cancer.
- You can’t do this! I want to tell her.
- We’re divorced. It’s not fair. Instead,
- I call her back, explain the procedure
- to reset the clock, tell her
- I’ll look for the book,
- how bad I feel about Crystal.
- And after I walk her through Norton
- Utilities, defragment the hard disk,
- and we’re saying goodbye,
- she asks how I’m doing, and
- I tell her okay, I’m doing okay.