After the storm took out the power
I woke to darkness, blearily thought
What’s still possible? Well, sex, if only
you were here. And coffee luckily from
my Bialetti Express nuzzled by the blue gas.
I was trying to play “Stardust” à la Tatum when
the television shuddered back on–SBS Spanish news–
big fires round Barcelona, in the Canaries
a pink plastic child’s swing going ape
in the hurricane.