iii.

count to three and tell her about the time you went to disney world. she was too young
to remember

                                     the sun drops through the circles of her cupped hands
                                     as the rays lick her red knuckles
                                     rubbing the silent air between us

  the letters won't squeeze themselves out of my toothpaste container though i roll up the end
and brush
vigorously
i cannot get rid of the blue behind my ears and the pink between my toes

ii.

i think she's figured it out by now

i.
the phone rolls from the table

o.
i think
she
knows