sick of the gas
prices your wife
talks you into
going out
and buying one of
those tiny little
cars. you feel
that it's a smart
thing to do,
considering the cost
of oil these days.
it's yellow and
looks like a
fat little bumble
bee and rides along
smooth and nicely,
but then a storm
hits and you
are suddenly lifted
into a funnel of
wind. a tornado
is taking you high
above the ground,
above the cadillacs.