Fracture Critical

I am the waterfront
cottage you refuse
to abandon

after another super
storm. I refuse
to be redundant. I am

one more tragic
hero in a long line

of them swimming
in the undertow
after dark. Could be

avoided. It’s the heel not ankle
deep water. I am
never coming back.

Flat Dissolution

One hundred tornadoes. A fifth
of American Honey poured
on a stranger’s Raisin Bran. A heartland

spreads and evaporates
without any salt
in the water. It could happen

here—could happen
anywhere. It has.
That urban myth

protecting the urban
center—debunked. One hundred
tornadoes. A fifth of anything

clear. Street game
disasters.