Orbuculum

for every action, I hate to say, there is a consequence;

this is no video game, we’re in the pool in thirty years 

some of us will have cancer, I see it in my shoulder

sunburn your beating chest, I see myself in the corner

of a room crying on a pile of laundry; even now a wasp 

watches my every movement under this blue dome, 

do I kill it, 

do I kill it now?