(After a poem by Haneen Omar)

Order 2 cups of Starbucks
medium roast, one with skim,
one filled just in blackness.

Be wary walking over grates
in wet city sidewalks.
Last week one swallowed
my soul and the sky
laughed about it for a gray rain.

Hope does not feed
a dry pen
when an exiled poet
gets his just rejection.