The day after my first heart fluctuation
My mother came to visit me.
While we ate pasta and cottage cheese,
She began to cough on the ground pepper
She had liberally sprinkled on top of her food.
My mind went back thirty years,
To when my grandfather,
Who was babysitting my sisters and me,
Began to cough from pepper upon steak,
A cough that turned into a red-faced choking,
As he clutched the railing of the stairway
That led away from the kitchen an emptied into
As I walked with my mother through Central Park,
And she rambled on about this cousin and that aunt,
I closely watched her facial expressions,
And noticed each flutter in her step.
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