second earth

i believe only in sympathetic magic. 
you become the earth & the earth 
becomes you. i have a box full of eyes
in the back of the closet. you start digging
& so i must create a distraction.
look! there is the second planet 
like a gobstopper inside the first. look!
i am a hawk or an eagle depending on
who you think looks most like your father.
i promise i'll call you back (i will not). i promise
i won't forget to mail the check 
(i will). the second earth is just like ours
only everyone is the size of a breath. i guess
that is already what we are. i see the second world
& i deliver squares of chocolate. i treat
the creatures like sea monkeys. hello my little gods.
hello my tiny orcas. let us get really angry
& have no where to go with it. the part i am 
not sure about is if there is a third world rolling
around the second one like a kickball.
i have this problem where i treat everything
but myself, like a child. as a kid, i would harvest
the footballs from the play bin to spend
all recess cradling them. i felt sad that they
spent so much time spiraling through the air. 
my empathy is wet. is a gourd, seeds dried
in the belly. shake me to the moon. shake me
until the second earth thinks it's raining. i keep
as many secrets as i can manage. when i need
to hunt deer, i become the deer. run until
a rifle emerges in the sky. my dreams are not
thick enough to conjure & neither are my spells.
instead, i have my smaller planet. i treat it like
a baby. spoon feel the gnat-sized crows. 
hide the whole thing from you. i guess maybe
you have a planet too. what if they met? what if
they fell in love? i am sorry. my imagination 
is designed to escape. i live in a house with
thousands of exits but is never as many as i need.