“This Thursday you’ll have a substitute,” The teacher wrote—Pam Ederhuller, Previously a general practitioner. She was my doctor too! Tameka cried At the front desk—we both had trouble Calling her by her first name. To be clear, This woman had Papped me when my snatch Was in no condition to be looked at. It was literally crazy up there, I told Tameka. I have no idea what she saw. In class,

She was a doctor still, a measurer, scientist, Mathematician. Soon she would fly to Kansas To take a weeklong course on hand engraving, And at the end of it she would be able To write anything, in cursive that would cure Her of the last thirty years. I’m retiring,

She told me at that last appointment, I want to have more time for my metalsmithing. Congratulations! I said, in a paper gown,