by Aimee Nicole
As we enter hurricane season,
the first storm barrels towards us.
Rhode Islanders clear
shelves of milk, bread, and eggs.
How they plan to prepare a dozen
eggs once the power sputters out,
no once can answer me.
I sit calmly with electronics
drained—so many years spent
limbs flailing and debris blurring vision
trying to feel my way towards safe
haven center. I’m here to report
that no amount of preparation
can save your body from
the impending destruction
caused by a direct hit.
Featured in our October 2021 issue, "Ritual"