I'm no migrant he rails
living in gutters & back alleys eating out of the
garbage finding bits & scraps to write on getting
bigger sheets & writing in his native
language until he finds a penny saver & selling ads
for the commissions makes a few bucks meeting
a condemned woman from his country
who was set to be ****** & escaped through
an unlocked door to wander into the desert
going in circles passing as a ****** sleeping in train
stations she's crazy & on pills & nightmares
every night; the poet gives her money &
eating little sneaking in her window
in the middle of the night until she gets pregnant;
the poet meets a poet who is into wild outsider
art & rich and puts poets slender books out;
his tireless cribbing translated into broken English
catches on & she sticks by him naming their kid
junior & moving to the states; living in Brooklyn
in a brand new condo windows facing
downtown over the big city