In that small room with purple walls
You sat on the bed, giggling like water in a moving jug.
When I tried to touch you, you slapped my hands away and giggled some more.
In the bathroom, my water was ready –
The door locked – the lights, dim.
You banged on the door with a thousand fists and twelve fingers-
I don’t remember opening the door –
But you ran in – all thousand fists and twelve fingers and fell into the tub, into my water.
When the water jumped up and fell down — one-two-three of my eyelashes drowned in it too.
In that small room with purple walls.