Three tornadoes take out the power
and I give my mother updates on the hour.
There’s another watch, another storm coming.
But don’t worry Mom, I’ve prepared as much
as I could, sandbags and cans of vegetable
mush and enough kush for a blackout.

This is the contract we sign,
two hundred fifty days of sunshine
for front row seats to global warming
rolling out on hurricanes and flash floods
and In God We Trust we won’t be the ones
killed by trees falling through houses or
oxygen machines sitting like tech garbage.
Mother supported us as long as she could
so don’t you worry if we’re not ready to
take our first steps. Who is?