Sincerely, Jennifer x

There are contentious clouds,
crashing and colliding,
but fortune falls from them,
so I don’t mind.
A terrible mistake becomes a tornado,
but I’m off to Oz on the next house,
with Ruby slippers and my prettiest dress,
destined to forget,
clean and tidy when the storm clears,
with a clear conscience and a clear notification screen.
October approaches,
the leaves jump from their branches in fright,
and the sun hides under the bed,
but I have nothing to fear.