If Poem by Morgan Michaels

If I was the Almighty, and had the power
to sweep the eternal stars
into the palm of my hand
like so many crumbs of ricotta from a countertop,
done, I would pushpin them all back-
pink ones, blue ones, green ones,
all billion billion-
into the constellation of you,
the new Ariadne, or something.

If I was the Almighty, and had the power
to sweep the eternal stars
into the fond of my hand
like so many crumbs of fetatyri from a tabletop,
done, I would arrange them all back
into the galaxy of you-
purple ones, mauve ones, pink ones-
all billion billion
into the galaxy of...
yes, the new Ariadne- you.