Many thanks to New Ohio Review for publishing this poem about my experiences during Hurricane Harvey. I’m especially grateful to editor David Wanczyk, who generously spent a lot of time helping me fine tune it.
by Melissa Studdard
We hid in the belly of porcelain. The world
sang sirens overlapping, the sound of wind
taking gates from the hinge. That whistling, yes.
Whistling and whipping, the world the cry
of a cow caught in the spin of a twister and lifted.
Water creeping to the back door like a thief.
It wanted the jewels of our eyes.
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