Our Hotel in the South Bronx

In our hotel----

There was glitter stuck to 

the floor and old, grimy tile 

meeting our bare feet

but it was enough.

There were multiple fabrics 

and textures and colors 

combined making one’s 

inner designer smile

but it was enough.

There was a single 

bathroom for thirty women 

with one working toilet

but it was enough.

There was hard linoleum 

tile floor that served as our 

mattress, leading to aching 

backs by week’s end

but it was enough.

There was cold wind that 

seeped through the 

windows covered by plastic 

bags, chilling us to the 

bones in the morn

but it was enough.

There was a gray squirrel

 that stayed in the kitchen

under the refrigerator who

came out at spontaneous

times to feast and scare

but it was enough.

There was a beautiful

church that allowed us to

stay in their basement for

the duration of our visit,

and it was enough.