I wrote this poem last fall. It's been ringing in my ears all day. 





Natural Disasters



In
how to handle tornadoes, we have been well trained: we kneel

against
lockers, foreheads touching cool metal, thin arms

awkwardly
crossed above our heads and exposed necks,

teachers
strolling inspection, scolding our stifled giggles. It’s just

a drill. Repeat anything enough and it becomes