Her words traveled the yo-yo,
the doll, the diary, the necklace,

the quilt, the clothesline, the birthday present,
the harp, the tea bag, the table lamp,
 
    the tennis racket, the hem of the skirt he one day should have pulled from her body.
 

 

 
The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love from him on a shelf in his closet.

 

 

   
    Of course, he could never open the can,
because then he would lose its contents.
It was enough just to know that it was there.