Roger Pfingston: “Cursive”
CURSIVE
She must’ve known when they came asking
—suggesting that she write down her memories—
that they, at least, thought time was short,
though it was done more like one of those
therapy sessions during last year’s rehab
after the fall. A yellow tablet of lined paper
and a #2 pencil shaved to a fine point,
its sharpness rendering her cursive more
beautiful than ever at 92, a lifetime
of compliments, misspellings be damned.
Roger Pfingston has new poems in I-70 Review, Innisfree Poetry Journal, Sheila-Na-Gig, Naugatuck River Review, and Salt. He is the recipient of a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and two PEN Syndicated Fiction Awards. His chapbook, What’s Given, is available from Kattywompus Press.