Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2012 v11n1
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[There are two ways maybe four there are]

There are two ways maybe four there are
                        two ways of seeing one way maybe
            not our way maybe the boss’s way maybe the boss is
                                    right maybe we are wrought

wrong ruined maybe the boss knows
                        the boss is god is good and we are
            made to be maids maybe the boss knows
                                    why the storm makes the sky look

like a toilet flushing why the twisting sky today
                       looks like someone like us should
           mop it up why a twister in the sky mistakes
                                  a cross on a steeple for an X

to hit why a town named Joplin has rain like javelins
                       and humans scattering why
           the boy was sucked right out the roof
                                   of the car like a root  

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