Enough for today

Enough for today

I’m going to sleep on a piece

of burning burlap, the blade of a mill.

I have a light that dazzles, a reptile,

and a package of fava beans.

I have lost,

but to have an opening, a perfect hole,

makes up for what is lost. When I write

the graffiti of my grief I have the arrogance

to summon a downpour.

That’s why I’m stronger than the void.

I don’t know how banks

made off with my country,

an island

of castaway Jonahses.