Line up your cars, drive to the storm post-evacuation
7 pm. September 10th. The Keys.
Grab your guitar and serenade the hurricane with Wonderwall
8 p.m. September 10th. Daytona Beach.
Buy the hurricane a drink; ask if she’s from Tennessee.
9 p.m. September 10th. Miami-Dade.
Give the hurricane your number and ask her for sexts.
9:15 p.m. Haha, then what? 🙂
Ask permission to touch her cheekbones, trigger
eye socket replacement, kick sand in her hair when
she says no.
10 p.m. Location TBD.
Mock her double eyewall, drink laughter like salt water.
11 p.m. Downtown Orlando, in a building.
Fold her in half, make her an oblong joke, don’t take
her serious.
Midnight. All 67 counties in the state.
Discover her foundations are thicker than your tongue.
Get mad she knows her strength.
1 a.m. The Panhandle.
Bury mines along the beach. She’s just a storm. Who
cares?
2:00 a.m. Tampa Bay Area.
She won’t feel anything as she tastes rooftops and gets
shingles and plywood stuck between her teeth
3:00 a.m. Polk County.
She won’t feel anything. A storm’s pain doesn’t matter.
4:00 a.m. Downtown Tallahassee.
Watch as she writhes on the ground, trying to organize
while men in weather coats probe her with cameras.
5:00 a.m. The Calm Before.
Massage her scalp, soft like baby hairs as she digs
her nails into your power lines. She steals all your power
because you’ve stripped her winds, naked.
! Your event cannot have too many characters !
You refused to be pragmatic then beat the clouds for
their destruction.
6:00 a.m. The State Border. All Clear.