Tornado Watch

Cold snap coming, set to collide

right smack into the warm front,

possibly spawning tornadoes

cyclones

twisters,

snapping treetops like matchsticks,

downing power lines,

blocking roads,

wreaking havoc.

I know this storm,

birthed it myself,

named it,

sacrificed almost

everything,

(INSUFFICIENT)

When poison water drowns

and wind tears through towns

there’s a choice:

weather or shelter.

The rage can stay out there,

pulling roofs off houses,

throwing trucks like tantrums.

When it exhausts itself,

destruction overachieved,

it simply leaves,

like it

(was never there)

too ashamed

to face

deliberate damage dealt delightfully,

proud

in the moment, leaving a wake:

broken things and garbage,

detritus to push aside

while complaining about suffering.