January 11, 2016, 5:32 a.m.

I heard my daughter throwing
things in her room,
aiming for her postered wall.
I didn’t know what happened
until I reached for my phone
and saw she’d lost her star.
So that night, I named an asteroid
or piece of flaring space junk
Ziggy. For her hero.
For our dog.
For all the things we lose.
For all the things that fall.