by Dorothea Lasky

You have changed me already. I am a fireball 
That is hurtling towards the sky to where you are 
You can choose not to look up but I am a giant orange ball 
That is throwing sparks upon your face 
Oh look at them shake 
Upon you like a great planet that has been murdered by change 
O too this is so dramatic this shaking 
Of my great planet that is bigger than you thought it would be 
So you ran and hid 
Under a large tree. She was graceful, I think 
That tree although soon she will wither 
Into ten black snakes upon your throat 
And when she does I will be wandering as I always am 
A graceful lady that is part museum 
Of the voices of the universe everyone else forgets 
I will hold your voice in a little box 
And when you come upon me I won’t look back at you 
You will feel a hand upon your heart while I place your voice back 
Into the heart from where it came from 
And I will not cry also 
Although you will expect me to 
I was wiser too than you had expected 
For I knew all along you were mine