Death Wish

She likes to swim in fountains Swallow pennies Put plastic bags over her head Or watch while her friend films one blowing in the wind She rips the wrapping off CDs With glee And dances in circles during lightening storms Or catches hail stones in her hand She jumps in the back of the truck And insists she'll never ride up front Her ambition is to become a storm chaser Or a firefighter or a cop Anything dangerous She wonders what it would feel like to be a shooting star To crash to earth from the sky Perhaps in her next life she'll return as a meteor Or a comet Burning hot, fast and bright