had a dream this morning my mother and grandmother were eating in the dining room during a bad storm. I saw a black funnel cone come from the sky that turned into twin tornadoes swirling around each other. I kept yelling that there was a tornado heading for us, but they wouldn’t move and they didn’t care. frustrated, I ran into the basement, but went upstairs because I couldn’t leave my mother alone. the last sound I heard in the dream was hail on the window. I awoke listening to raindrops.
miles apart, the same storm clouds hover, the same raindrops fall on our roofs
the world is too big for my breath to shake it