is this just temporary?  were these winds

in the forecast, or are they made by me?

my personal style of suffering, doesn’t 

gray look good on me?  college

has been spilt milk and I am

crying.  when the thunder comes,

do I bother to evacuate?

I speak in tornado sirens and 

time bombs.  my favorite song

is the warning of a Geiger counter.

the weather is turning.  you feel

it in your joints and the dogs are

nervous.  the season is here and

every storm will share my name.