relax your grip

i'm having trouble with

my putter,

she tells me,

as she putts balls into a cup

in the living room,

tapping

them across the rug.

i look up from 

the newspaper,

and tell her to bend her

knees a little.

relax your grip,

and don't look up.

she sinks

the next ball into the waiting

cup.

thanks,

she says.

can we do my driver next?