hurricane

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.

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yejunee

FL

18 years old

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