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Working The Crisis Hotline

written by: Dianne Moritz

 

Down by the river
in cramped quarters,
telephones ring non-stop.
Young people, women

mostly, quickly pick up.
Voices cry out: Help me!
I’m too high; Someone
followed me; And…

Then he raped me.
This new recruit,
sensitive as bruised skin
calmly tries on comfort:

Stay cool. Talk to me.
Breathe, just breathe, I say.
All night long, I care,
console, my heart

racing, as perspiration
blurs worn referral cards.
During a brief silence,
I glance out a dark window,

see the boiling water,
imagine my body
floating downstream.
At shift’s end I exit, running...running.

Dianne Moritz

Dianne Moritz

Dianne Moritz writes poetry and picture books for kids. Her next book, HEY, LITTLE BEACHCOMBER, will be out soon from Big Belly Books. Adult poems have been in print and online in Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Drabble, Poets Salon, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Spillwords, and others. She is a frequent contributor to Highlights for Children.
Dianne Moritz

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