There was a tornado in my bath today.
It flipped the room upside down
and shook it until the toilet was gone
and then the sink, the towels, the soap
falling into the sky one by one
my little cooing doves
and only walls remained.
It moved to our bedroom and stole my mother’s
hairpiece before turning to snatch the TV
dragging the black licorice cord along the side of the wall
it seized my sister’s illegal marijuana
and my brother’s brand new paint set
and my favorite AC/DC poster.
It swiveled through the hallway
down the stairs up the stairs
in the crawl-space behind the door
it went under the bed in the covers
it swept the kitchen clean
and came back
looking for water to turn
and turn and turn but there was none.