I remember he was bent down
Like a whirlpool
I was yelling at him
He looked scared and backed away
Another time, I squinted my eyes to see
And he said I looked ugly
The funny part was when
My sister asked me where he went to
And I just . . .
Read the whole article at The Newyorker
Dorothea Lasky: “Tornado.”
Posted February 28th, 2010 by admin