Together we can rewrite that day they took you, faster than any twister we’ve seen.
Kansas grass and four walls that are more alive
than us, but it’s the perfect background for a #selfie,
chola transplant, dark lipstick & slicked back hair.
We are in the midst of a prairie, Dorothy, and this is almost a simple moment except it’s not—
Suddenly, that is no sky, this ceiling. Look around,
we’re in a corner, one of four. Look—we are another generation, and today
I feel we cannot change
a goddamn thing. Against the wall,
put a bed, the kind that closes on top.