A Man In Pain
I had to take my Uncle Jakey to the emergency room, no doubt.
He was screaming and wailing so loudly we scared crows on the route.
Is she having a baby? An elderly woman with no eyesight asked.
I was amazed she was sitting there, completely unmasked.
It’s a he, I told her. He’s my uncle and he’s in the worst kind of pain.
They took him right in. I figured they do that with the insane.
He thinks he is dying, I told her, in a whisper, almost too weak to speak.
It’s a hangnail, the doctor said. Third ridiculous time he’s been in this week.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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