One of the chapbooks I received on Friday night at the Mama Buzz group reading was"How Beautiful Tragic Weather" by James Meetze which I'm reading today.

"No dancing while the world is ending.
No nuclear family photo melting in the heat.

I saw a small island cry when the lights went up,
sewn to the sky, everything going up at once.

She looks impressive and incredulous, a rocket
without a planet. I am pale in the red clouds rising to meet her.

She's pretty good, she's paramount. Going away from
what explosions knit the possibility of dying, sigh.

The kindness of our atmosphere raining down a carpet
of amnesty. No safety in disaster."