there's a hurricane tomorrow, but we still
have school. hurricane, and you can smell it
boiling on the horizon, a heady, light-headed
sort of feeling, but my brother and i
sit together in the courtyard
and eat the last of the ice-cream
and watch the crows take flight.
we have homework due
tomorrow. we have a hurricane
tomorrow. when i was seven
i watched the sky churn in six shades of green
like the inside of a spinning bottle
and thought it was the most beautiful thing
i'd ever see.
my brother asks me to help with chemistry.
i smear chocolate over his nose and say
of course, of course.
the hurricane is not here yet.
there is nothing more beautiful than that.