I have

what they call

“the shakes”

which may seem troubling enough to you but

is something I’ve come to terms with:

lines that are never straight

always spilling just a little salt

sometimes swerving

enough to look like a drunk driver

sometimes

rattling a fork against my dish.

never a moment of stillness so

sleep

is distracting to my other half

and sometimes

just looking at me

makes you want to move.