On People Who Can Sing

By:  Zoe Myers-Bochner

Notes tumble out of their mouths,

floating into the sky like bubbles.

My notes are like marbles—

heavy; clanking against each other

until they fall in a terrific clash

onto the floor.

I’ve tried to train them into obeying,

but it’s hard to reverse gravity

and nearly impossible

to give a marble wings.