Ask Lemmy

This Is Just To Say
By William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Besides that, I have a book of poetry that I'm not going to share, but I will share the story of why I own it.

I work in 911 dispatch. We have a frequent caller, she actually doesn't live in our area, but her mother and father do. This is what I've pieced together about them.

Her father is in a nursing home. She calls frequently for police or EMS to go out for him alleging all kinds of abuse and mistreatment. This isn't a particularly nice nursing home, but cops have been there multiple times and haven't found any issues with her father.

She's very uncooperative with us when she calls, refuses to answer basically any questions, and when we or the police try to call her back to tell her the outcome or to get more information she basically never answers the phone.

A few times she has actually shown up at the nursing home, caused a scene, and had to be escorted off the premises. One time her father was hospitalized for something (not sure what, but I didn't see any calls for us that would have matched up with him, so it probably wasn't something too serious if they took the time to arrange non emergency transport) and she showed up at the hospital, was escorted out, and spent the next day or two pretty much camped out at some nearby fast food places)

Her mother has dementia, and is a frequent caller herself, she calls to complain about her caretakers and sometimes even gets into fights with them.

I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that the father checked himself into the nursing home to get away from his wife and daughter.

They both occasionally call for well-being checks on each other. The daughter usually because she took her mother's insane ramblings at face value, and the mother usually because she hasn't heard from the daughter in a while (or at least doesn't remember hearing from her) and because of some vague concerns that she can never really explain, things like "I'm worried because of everything happening in [city where daughter lives]" but she can't tell me what's supposedly happening there and when I looked up the local news there I couldn't find anything particularly noteworthy.

I've given the mother the direct phone number to the dispatch center that covers her daughter's home multiple times (sometimes multiple times in the same night) so she can reach them directly, but she always calls 911 instead so I have to transfer her every time.

During one such transfer, she was rambling about her daughter, and she mentions that her daughter is a writer.

I of course had to search out what she had written.

At first, all I could find was some mentions of her contributing to some magazines and such, but couldn't actually find any of her actual writing, but digging a little deeper I was able to find some stuff she did in college. A bunch of poetry, and it was all terrible and weird. I'd pull it up to share with my coworkers occasionally when she was blowing up our phones.

Then one day I went to do that and saw that she had written a book. I got a copy for myself and as Christmas presents for a couple of my favorite coworkers. It's more of the same insane, rambling, nonsensical poetry.