Tornado Girl (Poem)

Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she’s seen the Grateful Dead…
She lives in Oklahoma,
Where the storms come prairie fed,
And the numbers keep on mounting,
It’s been twenty times and counting
That she’s been in the path of Splintered trees and twisted lead
That connect the dots between trailer parks
With destruction that’s painted blood red
And now she wants to chase them,
With me, in my Honda Civic,