i am in the womb
of my dark,
single light,
somewhat humid
inner-city
hotel room
where it is
always night,
always night,
in the morning –
night,
at high-noon –
night,
forever and always –
night
with shouts
out the window
and 3 a.m.
anger
hammering
on
downthehalldoor
and a strange
unsynchopated ticking
like an insect
in the fan…
there is a wall
outside
my window
with windows
where mine
is the wall
outside
their windows –
the only evidence
of world
to be birthed into
in days
to come