The fine fourth finger
of his fine right hand,
just slightly, when
he’s tracking our path
on his iPhone or
repairing the clasp
on my watch I
will not think about
the myelin sheath.
Slight tremor only,
transient, so
the flaw in the
pavement must
have been my
mother’s back.
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Linda Gregerson’s most recent collection is Prodigal: New and Collected Poems (2015).