My Sixteen Square Meters

Free Verse Poem

a bedroom with a view of two volcanoes
beyond the concrete-block houses
a bathroom that boasts hot water
and it’s not down the hall

a writing desk in one corner
shelving for my few books and
clothes under a watertight roof suspended
eight feet above a cool tile floor

it’s more than enough

outside my generous window—
everywhere, in fact—
jetliners crawl skyward
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