Counting with my fingers

by amy sharp

I know when you read my words your head turns softly to the side and you think about all the ways the world could spin. There are many ways to get to the end of the world.
I'll tell you all the ways. Soft math. Tiny abstracts of change. Space. Structure. Quantity.
Just take my hands. Hold them. Count my fingers slowly. I won't be able to stop talking.