windy nights in kini

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