Direct Hit

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.