a year ago my mother had major surgery, and tonight she went into the hospital. shes fine, with gravol and tyelnoal 3s there will be no problems tonight but still concern and fury at how little she tells me.

some notes
patricks rosary was deeply helpful
obscure 20th century poetics are inapporite reading for 1 am in an emergency room.
the ft sask er waiting room looks like a greyhound bus station ca 1956
the womens auxiallary bookshelves had 3 violet winspears and 10 barbra cartland
like makes like medicine has a certain poetic power, my mother absorbs all feeling in her belly, like pummelligs from an un just god.
i was sad that i couldnt do a blessing, but it was the first thing i thot.
i had to get off the phone with jeff and im with bryan whose father had an ayneurism. (other bryan, winnipeg bryan)