Thalia’s age is a three-step process:
palm thrust forward,
thumb tucked in,
hand flipped around.
This many.
Are you
five? she asks.
Or six?
Together
we gather my age
in handfuls,
three bunches
and a big,
as someday I
will gather
all my bunches of years,
hold them up,
turn them inward,
and show them
to eternity.
This many.
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