The wind crashes
Like the waves of the ocean
Onto my bedroom window
The mosquito buzzes
Into my ear
I’m wide awake, suddenly
I screw on my headlight tight
So I can write
Can I sleep?
Will I sleep?
Should I sleep?
Or should I keep on scribbling non-sense
Until I turn myself off
Like the bulb of my lamp
The heat of my stove
And the rumbling of my fridge
