I'm Stuck

Today I called George at lunch time. He had a book playing loud in the background and he talked longer than he did before. He was glad to hear from me and he told me that this morning he woke up Mary same time as always. He did the same thing as always. That he talks to her all the time. The universe turned inside out and real for a minute. I told him that I do too. I told him that last night I held her hand for a long time. It was so warm, hard from all the knobby bones and knuckles, big fleshy veins, pockets in her palms. She loved to touch me with those hands, on my back, shoulders, or on my arm. So I imagine that she liked to have her hand held too. Her rings spin around, never the right way.