Bring on them storm chasing boys

Alright y'all, I did it.

One of Mom's classic prompts/warmups. The I Am Poem. I'm going to slap it down, won't change a thing, and post it before I can regret it. Here goes nothin.....

A weather advisory to the boys:

I am

Doppler art

A hurricane

gray eyed wild haired and breezy

Little calm center is a main attraction

My belly button the center of attention and humid intentions and cirrus wisp clouds

Shit will fly

Limbs will break

But it’s pretty on the radar and hard to forget

So no evacuators wanted.

I don’t want no man who’s gonna to hide in his bathtub. Gonna worry when the lights go dead.

Boys, I want you soaked.

Throw your satellites up in the air like white flags.

Turn off the news and stand in me with your arms wide open, heads flung back, your cameras rolling.

Just to catch me.

With your eyes closed it’s not so rough, I promise

Still smells like a vacation you never had to survive

Don’t let the rain choke you

And when those sirens wail you better wail right back, boys

You better wail right back

Emily