| My son is coming off drugs and has the shakes. Today in the restaurant, he has trouble with utensils. He is having the House Special Noodles in Soup. Shaky chopsticks catch nothing. He tries the plastic Chinese spoon and splashes the soup. People are watching. He is hungry and keeps at it. Little is left from each trembling scoop. He bows his head low over the bowl. I am grateful he keeps at it. He says, “It’s like I have the DTs.” He smiles helplessly, watching his unmanageable hands. I say, “I’m sorry.” I say, “How is it? The soup.” |
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The Shakes