If the power’s still on, make coffee.
If you prefer whiskey, sleep
on a futon by the nearest phone.
I have better ways to spend my time:
complaining about loud noises &
worrying over this coming storm
which brings with it fish &
frogs that fall from the sky.
In the past hundred years:
one tornado in this county,
that so small the horror-movie
flying cows ho-hummed.
Nobody asked for my opinion,
but I give it while the city sirens
hit their spine-chilling notes &
radio stations sing,
“Get down, get down,”
as if a disco boogie jam.
ACE BOGGESS is author of four books of poetry, most recently I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So (Unsolicited Press, 2018) and Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road, 2017). His writing appears in Notre Dame Review, Rhino, North Dakota Quarterly, Rattle, and many other journals. He received a fellowship from the West Virginia Commission on the Arts and spent five years in a West Virginia prison. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
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