Rodaan Al Galidi’s Miracle Egg

They occupied the wall,
took the attic hostage,
murdered the roof
and boarded up the window.
They forced the balcony
to kill itself,
hurling its plants
down on the pavement.
They buried the cellar,
they ordered the shed to leave its junk behind
and disappear
and I
am still
alive.
I cook for my friends,
buy top-up cards for my words
and most importantly:
I can still sleep,
at least six hours a day,
and sometimes
I don’t even need
sleeping pills.