ice cube tray

i have seven ice cube
trays, yes, that many.
however, i only use
just one. the one
on top of all the
others. a clear blue
plastic tray that i
fill to the brim
every other day. i pop
the cubes out of that
one and have them tumble
into the white plastic
box on the door. i don't
believe in icemakers.
which may be connected
somehow to my relationship
with my mother, but i'm
not sure. i'd rather
do the tray, despite
the fact that i always
seem to be breaking
them free when i'm on
the phone with you
and i lose those fifteen
seconds of conversation
because of the noise,
the racket of cubes
crashing against
one another. i can't
hear anything when
i do that. perhaps
that's when you told
me that you loved me.
i just missed it, right?