La Paglia speaks
Invoking Paglia as my muse, I humbly offer the following:
Surviving a Tornado with a Post-Structuralist
"Il n'ya pas d'hors tornado,"
his fingers forming quotation marks
in sync with "tornado,"
his black clad back to the window,
his form refusing to brace itself
against the chaos
of defenestrating wind.
Retreating to the cellar
on what far field his form would fall
and whether he would finally find himself
outside the text.