Midwest Twists

We accept tornadoes here, expect them, tick them off as they pass by like demon dreidels. Usually they are not a big deal unless they are. Spring culls its little lambs in all sorts of ways. The murder rate in Chicago climbs ever higher until the city prays for more snow. Folks in their privileged trailer parks get rolled like dice. A pressing need for body bags creates work for some. The addicted and dying oblige as best they can. It’s all a small town hush unless a celebrity overdoses then distraught, the news is spread from parlor to parlor. Shooting-up on the streets is a recreational choice for those who camp-out in Cleveland and Dayton. Meanwhile birds keep singing, Spring flowers struggle to bloom squeezed as they are between such climatic collisions. We hear the roar and rumble of funnels turning upon themselves as they twist the nights away.