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His Hands Were Shaking

His hands were shaking.

The haematologist

who lifted up your dress

and took the sample from your spine.

Also, he blinks too often.

You want to tell him: Look, this blinking

isn’t helping. Either close your eyes

or keep them open.

It would be nice to think

his tremble was distress

at causing pain to one

so beautiful and in her prime,

and not from drink.

In time, when these appointments grow routine,

you’ll pray the secretarial roulette

assigns you to a different member of the team.

In time, the trembling blinker will retire,

vanish unannounced and overnight,

and you will never have to sit him down

and say, Hey, listen, I’ve been thinking

about the shaking and the blinking,

and maybe you and I

are just not right

for each other.