We were moving slowly up Cape Hill.
A double jointed girl
bent her fingers back
for her baby brother
who looked hard with wide eyes.
When she had stopped,
he turned to look at me.
I smiled without feeling anything
but a quiet desire to hold the gaze.
He turned away
and grabbed his mother’s thumb.
I felt the muscles in my face and made them
do the movements one more time.
Is this a way of making something really said?
The double jointed girl was watching me.
I looked up front and felt the engine heat.