She will read my mind.
She will understand that I need the cookie
The last one in the bowl
The one only I know is there.
If I stay perfectly still and do not blink
my brown eyes kept riveted to her face
If I muster all my will to send beams of energy
out through my retinas and into her brain
Then
Eyes never leaving the page
she will reach out,
her left hand
finding the bowl
in one smooth move.
she grasps
the cookie and
Extends it to me
In a gesture that says
“Now go away”.